But it was in Northeast Ohio that McVey left the greatest body of his work. Among his 48 pieces of public sculpture: the 16-foot Long Road aluminum wall relief (1962) at Cleveland's Jewish Community Center; Man Helping Man (1974), on which the sculptor is working in the photograph above and which became the logo of the Cleveland Clinic Foundation; the seven-foot bronze Jesse Owens (1982) on Lakeside Avenue in Cleveland; and the bronze monument to his own wire-haired terrier, McDog (1985), at the Cleveland Botanical Garden.

McVey, who was born in Boston, moved to Cleveland as a teenager and graduated from Shaw High School in 1922. He enrolled at the Cleveland School of Art (which later became the Cleveland Institute of Art), but soon seized another opportunity that took advantage of his athletic, six-foot-4-inch frame. He played football for Rice University's Coach John Heisman, on a full scholarship. After three years (and several nose realignments), he returned to Cleveland to complete his degree.

He went next to Paris for three years to study sculpture, learning from such luminaries as Charles Despiau, who had worked with Rodin. Although he was exposed to modernism in the City of Light, McVey preferred a more natural style for his own work. Early McVey sculpture tended to be honest, expressive, and simple, inspired by primitive art. A skilled illustrator, he soon mastered representational sculpture. Later, he would embrace modern styles, as well as the humor that would characterize much of his work.

While in Paris, he supported himself by guiding Americans through the Louvre, a task made simple because, as he later recounted, Yanks' interest generally waned after seeing the Venus de Milo, Winged Victory, and Mona Lisa.

When he returned to Cleveland in 1932, he received a WPA commission to create a sculpture for the new Museum of Natural History. From a six-ton block of limestone emerged a four-ton grizzly bear, affectionately known as “Bruno,” who has survived more than seven decades of children's affection. It was also in 1932 that McVey married potter Leza Marie Sullivan and landed his first teaching job, at the Cleveland Museum of Art.

From 1935 through 1953, McVey taught at the University of Texas and at Michigan's Cranbrook Academy of Art. He interrupted his art career for four years during World War II to train combat troops in plane and ship identification. He returned to Cleveland in 1953, this time, for good.

His achievements in sculpture were surpassed only by his achievements as a teacher at the Cleveland Institute of Art. Many artists call him their spiritual father, including John Clague, who as a fourth-year painting student signed up for McVey's sculpture course in the fall of 1953. During the first class, McVey articulated his definition of the scope and limitations of sculpture, Clague recalls. “It was a definition broader, richer, and more expansive than anything I had ever heard before.”

McVey next spoke of art as the reflection of the nature of the artist's character, “simultaneously defining the grandest possibilities of sculpture as art form, and the grandest possibilities of sculptor as human being.” By the time Clague finished the course, he had changed his major to sculpture.

McDog
1985
Bronze on granite base
Statue: 3'3" x 1'5" x 2'4"
Base: 3'
Cleveland Botanical Garden, Cleveland, Ohio

The Cleveland Museum of Art began collecting his work in 1932. He was represented in collections from the Smithsonian to the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art. He was invited into the prestigious, 300-member National Academy of Design and was a fellow of the National Sculpture Society.

For those who knew him, however, his greatest legacy was the gift of laughter, which permeated every aspect of his life and art. His Bauhaus-style studio/home in Pepper Pike was yet another monument to this one-of-a-kind artist. Churchill's bronze cigar sat in an ashtray; a terra cotta bird struggled to hatch from a ceramic egg McVey had fashioned; and a handmade sign over the door read: BE ALERT. WE NEED MORE LERTS.

text by
Faye Sholiton

Fall 2002