posted Feb 22, 2026 by Tom Fasano
Near the center stands a tall, slender green metal sculpture that rises from the ground and twists upward in long, ribbon-like strands, tapering near the top. Its organic form contrasts with the straight lines of the building.
posted Feb 12, 2026 by Tom Fasano
In the foreground, a dark green cast-iron drinking fountain stands on a sidewalk corner. It has an old-fashioned design with a fluted pedestal base, a small round basin at hand height with a water spout, and a lower bowl near the ground—likely for pets. The paint is slightly worn, and fallen brown leaves are scattered around its base.
Further back, a modern metal sculpture stands upright among the greenery. It consists of sleek silver vertical poles intersected by a bold red curved element, creating a striking contrast against the natural surroundings.
posted Jan 30, 2026 by Tom Fasano
This is a striking contemporary outdoor sculpture featuring vertical orange-red rectangular bars of varying heights arranged in a rhythmic, descending pattern.
posted Dec 20, 2025 by Tom Fasano
From the plaque: ONE OF A SERIES OF EEIGHT PIECES BY BARRY HUNNIcUTT THE WORK REFLECTS HIS INTEREST IN AZTEC HIEROGLYPHS AND PRE-COLUMBIAN ARCHITECTURE.
posted Dec 3, 2025 by Tom Fasano
A rare sculpture from a virtually unknown sculptor.
posted Jun 5, 2019 by Tom Fasano
Today, I ventured to the Huntington Library, only to be confronted by an enormous red modernist metal sculpture—an eyesore that immediately assaulted my sensibilities. One can scarcely fathom the logistical gymnastics involved in its creation and installation. The grounds remain marred by ceaseless construction, a Sisyphean endeavor that appears destined to persist indefinitely.
My pilgrimage was prompted by an exhibition of the works of Celia Paul, a British painter previously relegated to the periphery of my artistic awareness. Paul’s oeuvre is an introspective exploration of self-portraits, familial bonds, and the relentless, indifferent sea. Her mother’s death seems to haunt these canvases, with Paul claiming to sense her mother’s spirit in the ocean’s depths. Her art is suffused with an ineffable melancholy, a somberness that permeates each brushstroke, evoking an almost palpable sense of sorrow and introspection.
