Life After His Military Service
Dick did indeed fulfil the padre's prophesy and produced several superb works. Reid Dick designed several war memorials and received a major commission for the Kitchener Memorial Chapel (1922-5) in St Paul's Cathedral, London. The focal point of his design for the chapel was a Pièta, which won a gold medal at the Paris International Exhibition of Modern Decorative and Industrial Arts in 1925. This work secured his reputation and election to the Royal Academy. Throughout his career, Reid Dick worked tirelessly both in the studio and serving on numerous committees, among these the Royal Fine Art Commission (1928–42), the Royal Mint Advisory Committee (1936–53), and the Board of Trustees of the Tate Gallery (1934–41). In addition he was President of the Royal Society of British Sculptors between 1933-37.
His archives are held by the Tate Gallery and he was buried in St. Paul's Cathedral, London.
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