Alice Mackler
New York City: Ice-pop red and blue and Halloween-orange six-inch-high tapered torsos merging into outrageously demonstrative faces, Alice Mackler’s sculpted clay portraits, with their scarred, furrowed, and lumpily textured surfaces, are alternately distorted, grotesque, totem-like, and irrefutably endearing. Blow-up-doll mouths and huge peepers, drooping boobs, all curves and contrapposto, self-possessed, and at times appearing confrontational or…
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