Christopher Wilmarth died quite young—in 1987, at the age of 44. At the time, he was not a household name, but he was highly respected by critics, curators, and other art professionals. This small exhibition, consisting of four sculptures (three of them maquettes for larger works) and 11 drawings, called attention to his poetic gifts. Realized in black steel and etched glass, the three maquettes model a lyrical hybrid of sculpture and architecture, acting as windows and walls at the same time. Wilmarth’s work asks a lot; it is as if he wanted to transform his own and the viewer’s vision into something tragically dark, suggestive of a truth lurking just beyond consciousness. This somber approach creates a background of deep emotion…see the entire review in the print version of May’s Sculpture magazine.