Descending Night
Adolph Alexander Weinman, Sculptor
The figure on the page opposite is a beautiful lyric poem. She might be called “A Hymn to the Night.” Every line of her figure is musical, every move suggested, rhythmical. Seen at night, she croons you a slumber song. How subtly Mr. Weinman has told you that she comes to fold the world within her wings - to create thru her desire a “still and pulseless world.” The muscles are all lax - the head is drooping, the arms are closing in around the face, the wings are folding, the knees are bending - and she too will soon sink to slumber with the world in her arms. What a fine contrast of feeling between the tense young “Sun” and relaxed “Descending Night.”