The English sculpture from the war years to present day is not represented to its fullest potential to the point that there are only books available in second hand bookshops and then there are only a few scholarly texts with thumbnail size photographs. With contemplation of how this could possibly be given the publishing skills of the English one can only assume that after Henry Moore and Barbara Hepworth that few sculptors remained who needed public acclaim. Therefore, sculpture was an ornament for the back of the house and although some Unites States artists for example, Nancy Holt, made incredible installations for such purposes few participated with going to the United States to do the same. Until the early nineties the only visible internationally proclaimed sculptors name was Anthony Caro and one wonders given how American in style his work is why his sculptures are not in every park in America. Most sculptors in England appear to have behaved like Jude in Thomas Hardy's last book or like the church stonemason. Not that the Renaissance sculptors behaved much differently working everyday for a new equation to God. Prior to this with the introduction of libraries with books you could acquire through purchasing much to Dante's horror. Dante found the practice to be nothing other than evil. Premise one wonders who the distributors were, obviously nobody Dante trusted.
