'Franz West review – his sculptures look like they've wandered in, up to no good' by Adrian Searle
2014
Showing the Austrian maverick at the temple to Britain's greatest female sculptor reveals what a complex and joyous artist he was If you stand among Barbara Hepworth's carved and rounded plaster and wood shapes at the Hepworth in Wakefield for long enough, you feel that time will wear a hole right through you. Hepworth's art seemed to aim for a kind of timelessness. But time is all I feel among these soothing shadows and hushed planes. I feel eroded in their presence. Among these prototypes for her bronzes sit three rough, crumbly hollow lumps. The invigilators might want to keep an eye on them. They look like they've wandered in, up to no good, slack-mouthed and conspiring. Franz West's uncouth papier-mâché forms are a great counterpoint to the reserve and sanded-down refinement of Hepworth. Read more at The Guardian.