George Segal has forged a language that communicates a truth about people here and now which is intensely personal, yet abstract enough to be universally understood . His works are at once authoritative as conveyors of a message and impressive as statements about form. They can be read either way.
In a very effective way , Segal has deftly projected , in his plaster casts of people and their quietly pathetic environments , the timeless dilemma of mans choice between imprisonment and freedom, and possible a search for meaning, in the modern industrial society .
