Gaston Lachaise 1882-1935

Custom will stale the infinite variety of the artist who finds a popularly successful formula and overworks it, and time will wither him. They are not so likely to touch the man whose reputation matures as slowly as himself. For the former, to die at the presumptive top of his form is perhaps to gain; for the latter, it is probably to lose. And although the wonderful thing about death from any cause other than old age is that no one can ever tell whether or not it fell at the right moment, the death of Gaston Lachaise certainly seems untimely. His work had come of age and had been crowned, but many perhaps unexpected things were still to be expected of him.