ABSTRACT
Several years ago, I sculpted from clay the full body of my father (see Plate 14). In making my father’s sculpture, I could not have anticipated the experiences that would evolve from that creation. Sculpture of Clemens Loew's father. https://s3-euw1-ap-pe-df-pch-content-public-p.s3.eu-west-1.amazonaws.com/9780203852767/a236f414-4fea-456c-879f-90fa8d7f8bb2/content/pla14_C.jpg" xmlns:xlink="https://www.w3.org/1999/xlink"/> Since I have no memory of my father—he was killed when I was about 4—I used the wedding picture of my mother and father taken in 1936 as the model for his head and my son, then 23 years old, as the model for his body, purposely trying to establish a continuity from grandfather to grandson.
