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WALKING MAN (1957)
[George Fullard] was a Sheffield sculptor hobbled by the tragedy of war. Severely wounded at the Battle of Monte Cassino - his tank took a direct hit - he died far too young. This lean bronze of a walking man seems to be an embodiment of the spirit of place. Fullard - like Picasso - wasn't a theorist. \"Art is worth doing, but it's not worth talking about.\" He jotted those words down in an old Swedish accounts book. He himself grew up in the maze-like backyards of a working-class area of Sheffield called Darnall, where everybody was always on top of everybody else. Like it or loathe it, you just had to lump it. George wrested something rather marvellous from all that human welter. Growing up there, he once said, had been like living in a sculpture. George Fullard was born in Sheffield, the son of a coal miner, the youngest of five children. His father was a socialist playwright, and he became quite famous locally, so his son George found himself caught up in a lot of trade union politics. John Berger once called him the best young sculptor of his generation.