Word: artfulness
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Last week 40 of his best paintings were exhibited at Bronx House. Although 11,000 New York children study each month at 128 Federal Art Project classes in Greater New York, his was the first one-man show of students trained in them. Commented on warmly by Manhattan critics, it made a greater sensation on Washington Avenue. "Congratulations with your son!" said neighbor ladies to Mrs. Cohen, as photographs of Alfred appeared in the newspapers. With mild irony Mr. Cohen, who is a house painter, said that he could not see what all the excitement was about, since...
...about his political opinions, he replied with an expressive shrug, "Ich bin künstler" ("I am an artist"). For an artist, genial, beer-drinking Strauss is an unusually shrewd business man. Famed as a hard bargainer, he is one of the few men in history to make the art of highbrow musical composition a sound and dividend-paying proposition...
...lives with his parents and an older brother and sister on the fifth floor of a walk-up apartment house. Directly across the street is Bronx House, where there is a dance every Wednesday night, where the dramatic club occasionally puts on shows like H.M.S. Pinafore, where the free art class of the Federal Art Project meets daily...
...Alfred, he got a slightly hunted look, had to be captured by his mother and held firmly by the shoulder to be interviewed. As cryptic as a surrealist in explaining his art, Alfred said he just painted whatever popped into his head. When asked how it happened, in his painting of a devil, that the crimson body wore black tights but the horns were white, he said darkly, "Maybe he fell in the snow...
...rackets together. At once his generals began quarreling. Just before Sam died in a friend's front parlor Max tried to get the doctor to give him an injection so he could say a few words in the presence of witnesses. Outside on the sidewalk, in the dawn, Art and Perry and Cork stood with shoulders hunched and hands in pockets, wondering bleakly what was to become of the rackets...