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he title of Ned Smyth's exhibition, Those
Who Remember, attracted me immediately. I once
photographed a large plain stone cross outside a church
in Spitalfields, London, because on its gray plinth, in
white, was simply the word, "Remember." I was therefore
not surprised to learn that sculptor Ned Smyth's earliest
influences were trips made with his mother and father,
art historian, Craig Hugh Smyth, wandering around
European monuments:
Renaissance cathedrals,
piazzas and villas. The younger Smyth rebelled, by
playing soccer on the streets of Rome, and yet he clearly
imbibed his parents' lessons. As simple and elemental
as Smyth's own monuments appear, there is more than
meets the eye to his narrative. One feels rather than
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