
R o b i n s o n F r e d e n t h a l P o l y h e d r a l E x p l o r a t i o n sBiography
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Robinson Fredenthal was born July 5, 1940 in Claremont, New Hampshire. His father,
a painter, and his mother, a weaver and fabric designer, both graduated from the
Cranbrook School of Art and have achieved wide recognition in their respective
fields. His sister, Ruth Anne, a Bennington graduate and Fulbright recipient is a
painter residing in New York. Fredenthal received his Bachelor of Arts degree from
the University of Pennsylvania in 1963 and went on to receive his Bachelor of
Architecture at the same institution in 1967. At that time, the Architecture School
was under the guidance and influence of two great men: Louis I. Kahn the
architectural visionary and Robert Le Ricolais the structural visionary. The studio
critics at that time were Romaldo Giurgola, Carlos Vallhonrat, Robert Venturi, Stanislawa
Nowicki and Anne Tyng. In addition to his studies, Fredenthal was intensely involved
professionally with these architects, building models for the competitions that led
to their receiving contracts for some of the key buildings in development of their
renown. [from catalog of Reading Museum of Art, 1979.] |
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Professional History and Accomplishments
U. of Pennsylvania, B.A. 1963; U. of Pennsylvania, B.A. 1967
1989 "Blockhead", 8th and Spring Garden Street, Philadelphia, PA
Writings About the Work
The art of Robinson Fredenthal is rigorous, mysterious, elegant and modest. He is less
an object maker than he is an explorer. Although he works with steel, with cardboard,
with plywood, Fredenthal's true medium is the wholly immaterial. He is one of the most
relentlessly inquisitive geometers alive. No artist of our age-not Tony Smith, not
Sol LeWitt- has wrung more mystery than he has from the 90 degree angle and the solids
that it breeds.
He has a mystic's perserverance. Though Fredenthal investigates inherent properties of
solids, he is no mere logician. Something in his method, his questing, his devotion,
calls to mind an eremite pondering the endless meanings of the cross. His art is not
quite rational; its peculiar balances and unexpected leanings frequently astonish.
Nor is it wholly secular. One glimpses in his work the apotheosis of the cube.
What can you do with cubes? You can stand them on their corners, slice through them
with planes, rotate them or stack them. Cut a cube a certain way and you will find
within it not just the 45-45-90-degree rectilinear geometries that you might expect,
but 60-degree angles, equilateral triangles, rhomboids, tetrahedra. Still working in
the cube, Fredenthal will choreograph these differing geometries until others less
familiar are discovered in the dance. The far from simple sculptures that Fredenthal
has drawn from such simple operations now number in the thousands. Some seem to
contain angled little worlds, glowing stars of empty space; others lean like drunks
about to topple over. Some are graceful, some seem awkward. No two are alike.
Most, as of this writing, exist as models only. In sum they well may be his most
important work. Fredenthal, who was trained as an architect, knows enough about
industrial technologies and architectural scale to command fabrication of large public
sculptures of power and distinction. The one trouble with such pieces is that they
stand alone. His thought is like a tree; it branches and it penetrates and it leads
he knows not where. One Fredenthal is not enough. It is better to see hundreds.
Their differences, their echoings, their complex conversations, suggest an orchestrated
growing. It is only his home, in Philadelphia on Samson Street, that Fredenthal's
accomplishments can be fully seen.
On the wood shelves of his workroom stand perhaps 3,000 small sculptures made of
cardboard. That figure is not exact, for he no longer counts them, and more are made each
week. They were made by his assistants with Exacto knife and straight-edge to his
precise directions. Their materials, tape and cardboard, could not be more humble.
Though some are large and some are small, they share a single scale and a single seed.
All of them have grown from the 2.5" cube. Though their surfaces are dusty now, and
their Scotch tape has yellowed, the ideal Fredenthal exhibit would include them all.
Seen together they suggest the ordered wild richness of some complicated garden. The
artist's public works, in contrast, because they are seen in isolation, look like
potted plants.
When I first encountered the mind of Robin Fredenthal (we were fellow students in the
early 1960's at the University of Pennsylvania's Graduate School of Fine Arts) he was
widely recognized as a budding architect of unlimited potential. But even then he
seemed to be less an architect than artist. He always refused compromise. His unbending
perfectionism was frequently remarked, as was his happy disregard for the blander
aspects of the merely functional. No one in the architecture program for that matter,
drew more delicately than he. And he seemed to have no fear. His teachers did not
scare him, nor did the dreaded juries in which our works were judged. Nor did
dizzying heights. I often saw him leap, for no apparent reason, from one rooftop to
another while his more cautious friends stood below and gasped. He no longer draws
with that light touch, no longer jumps from roof to roof. But mentally he ventures
still where no one else can follow. He has not lost his daring. I know of no more
acutely honed three-dimensional intelligence than that of Robin Fredenthal. I never
tire of his work. Because it is never pompous, self-indulgent, flabby, I don't think
that it will date. Its purity is brilliant. "Euclid alone," wrote Edna St. Vincent
Millay, "has looked upon beauty bare." Robinson Fredenthal has seen it, too.
(Paul Richard - Art Critic, Washington Post, 1981?; from exhibition text, Univ. Library
Gallery, U. of Maryland Baltimore County)
Education
Public Sculptures
1984 "Black Forest", 34th and Walnut Streets, U. of Penn. campus, Philadelphia, PA
1983 "Double Agent", One Franklin Plaza, Philadelphia, PA
1983 "The Red Queen", Mantua Community Center Branch Library, Philadelphia, PA
1981 "Black Jack", Hilton Hotel, Allentown, PA
1980 "Untitled", University of Maryland, Catonsville, MD
1979 "Gate", Penn Square Center, Reading, PA
1977 "White Water", Philadelphia National Bank, 5th and Market Streets, Philadelphia, PA
1974 "On the Rocks", Roger Wilco, Inc., Rt. 73, Palmyra, NJ
1973 "Fire","Water","Ice", 1234 Market Street East, Philadelphia, PA
1973 "Untitled", 1111 East Touhy, Des Plaines, IL
1971 "Untitled", Woodfield Shopping Center, Schaumberg, IL
Selected Group Exhibitions
Lectures
Awards
Articles and Publications