Pots as art objects, ceramic sculptures both monolithic and totemic, and darkly conceived paintings more interesting in their clinical aspects than their art quality are shown in this little gem of a gallery. Arneson, a fantastically creative ceramist, worries the clay like a frolicsome cub, occasionally getting the same slap-happy results. Mostly he stops in time and builds his forms with a chastened hand and an eye toward the history of the medium. King’s show could do with some objective editing. One half deals with social comment on alley and street life in the sensitive tradition of Reginald Marsh. The other, while not without interest, too often proclaims the man.
—E. M. Polley
March 1963
VOL. 1, NO. 9
