By Amy Gardner
I am captivated by a small yet powerful dynamic sculpture by Ernst Barlach entitled The Avenger. Originally crafted in 1914 from wood, the exhibited piece is a later bronze version cast in about 1930. The Avenger leaps forth; cloak billowing as he charges, a blade flung over his right shoulder, ready to attack. The man’s sculpted features etch a mask of grief and hopelessness. As the exhibition’s story unfolds before me, the anger and distress of these artists pour off the walls and permeate the air.