Word: artist
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...President was drawn from life last week, for the third time, by Artist Samuel Johnson Woolf, of TIME the Newsmagazine...
...pictures, orthodox in technique and lacking the extravagant coloring which Negroes are supposed to like, were good. Technically, the best were Artist Motley's studies of mulattoes, octaroons, quadroons, his Portrait of My Grandmother, and a gay and decorative panel, Parade. Ralph Pulitzer bought Octaroon. But the spectacular and atmospheric illuminations of East African voodooism were more original and hence more noticed. Painter Motley has seen the crowd of anxious dark faces at a fortune teller's door, waiting to be told what numbers to bet on in a gambling game. He paints the same crowd, their black...
...company of individuals. This company serves as a stepping-stone to the larger companies; for many years there has been a crying need for smaller companies, such as this trained at home rather than studying in Europe. As there are no "stars" in the American Opera Company, an artist who is cast for a principal role one night may have a secondary part the following evening. Instead of a chorus, in the true sense, there is a large group of junior members, all of whom are preparing to sing individual roles. It is not unusual for a member...
...London church. The occasion was the unveiling of a bust of John Keats; after it was over, Aubrey Beardsley ". . . broke away from the throng, and, hurrying across the graveyard, stumbled and lurched awkwardly over the green mounds of the sleeping dead." It was an ironic ceremony because Artist Beardsley, as Poet Keats had done, was to go southward and die of consumption before he was 26 years old. It is easy to remember him now as he must have looked to the people who had come to church that afternoon-the figure of a frightened, scarecrow dandy, scampering crazily through...
...people who came to church that afternoon was Haldane MacFall, then a London art critic, now the author of a biography of Artist Aubrey Beardsley. His book says little about Beardsley's family, his schooldays, his friends. It conveys scarcely any of the color of the period, already so remote and glittering, in which Beardsley drew his astonishing pictures for The Yellow Book. Only between the somewhat heavy lines of Author MacFall's writing can be discovered the eccentric tragedy of Beardsley's last year of life, when, while he was doing his best drawings...