Word: 57th
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...warlocks and whirligigs of surrealism fall emphatically into the category damned by numbskulled Nazis as "degenerate" art, most people thought-if they thought about it at all-that the Nazi invasion of France would spell surrealism's doom. Not at all. Surrealism simply moved to Manhattan. Last week 57th Street's galleries broke out with more showings of surrealist art than Manhattan had seen in many a year...
Captain Arthur W. Wermuth, 57th Filipino Scout Regiment, has a Vandyke beard, a 45-caliber tommy gun, a Garand rifle, and an unerring eye. Fellow officers on Bataan Peninsula swear admiringly that, although thrice wounded, he has "absolutely accounted for" at least 116 Japanese dead and an inestimable number of prisoners. He dotes on lone reconnaissance patrols; for two weeks in January he spent more time behind Jap lines than in his own. How he works (according to Associated Press's Clark...
...public Grant Wood was a homely, honest lowan whose art, unlike most of his contemporaries', spoke directly to the man in the street. His meticulous paintings of plain U.S. landscapes and plain U.S. people were hung in the smart art salons of 57th Street; they also appeared in ads and on magazine covers (TIME, Sept. 23, 1940). After Whistler's Portrait of the Artist's Mother, Wood's austere portrait of the typical Iowa farm couple, American Gothic, had become the most popular of all U.S. paintings...
Heroic subjects are not fashionable among U.S. artists. But exuberant Jon Corbino, who this week opened an exhibition of turbulent canvases on Manhattan's 57th Street, loves to paint conflicts and catastrophes, swarming canvases in which full-blown nudes and horses writhe and rear in the throes of floods, shipwrecks, stampedes. And gallery-goers like his smoldering color and sweeping draftsmanship, which make the most innocent New England landscape seethe with dramatic struggle...
Once a week he shaves and drives himself to Manhattan where he dutifully makes the rounds of 57th Street's art galleries. A great admirer of highbrow art, he speaks with reverence of Picasso, Pascin and the abstractionists, curiously dislikes surrealism. Wherever he goes he makes sketches, works them up later into cartoon ideas...