Giacometti; Hands that sculpted man's gaze...

I have always been fascinated with the work of the sculptor, Alberto Giacometti. On the occasions as a young man I would go the the MOMA in New York City just to see his work specifically. There was a gauntness and bareness to his work. He seemed to illustrate the post-WWII individual that I identified with. Yet if you look at his overall work closely he was showing us the elegant and elan gaze of man;

Homage to Alberto Giacometti

He understood well
the collective
gaze.
Wrought from hands keen;
stoic forms
intimating
man made,
almost mad,
amid the haze
of post-WWII...
Emaciated lines
of humane
kind–ness.
In the
gauntness
of his work
bare
witness
the grandeur
of man;
diminutive–
humbled, hurt,
torn&worn–
he
prevails to rise
and brave morning’s
mourning, often brutal
sun.
Battered– most laic–
made thin
from far-flung
battles. Gandhi-like
staff in hand,
his objects
bespeak with grace
the elongated,
elegant&elan
gaze of man...