Henry Moore was the father to my ambitions to become an artist, but — as they say — life had other plans. Became a writer instead. Still, many of the things I picked up from reading and studying Moore when I was younger informed my writing, and nothing influenced me more than his theories about negative space.
This book was a revisit to those theories, and though it did have repetitiousness, they were well worth revisiting. He was a thinking, rather than merely feeling sculptor (which I think too many young artists remain.) Anyone interested in pursuing sculpting, or who has a feel for sculpture, would do well to read this slender volume. I would give it five stars, for what it purports to do, if there were color images.