Word: artiste
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Bogotá itself, where Bogotanos had despaired of having their mountain capital spic & span for the January meeting. For seven months, 500 men had been on the job from 7 a.m. to 10 p.m., refurbishing the century-old Capitolio Nacional, where the sessions will be held. Behind locked doors, Artist Martinez Delgado painted until 2 a.m. on a fresco depicting Bolivar's inauguration in 1821. The block-long Ministry of Government building on the Avenida Jiménez de Quesada was only half-scoured, the cleaned marble and sandstone contrasting sharply with the dingy, unscrubbed sections. Municipal inspectors were...
Last week, 60 years after Edward Lear and his faithful old cat-traveling companion Foss died, Manhattan galleryites got a chance to judge Edward Lear the artist through his spontaneous sketches. "Oh, dear, dear, dear," Lear once wrote, "the more I see of nature, the more sure I am that one Edward Lear should never have attempted to represent her. Yet . . . I know there is a vein of poetry in me that ought to have come out." If anywhere it did come out, fresh & free, it was in the pale and delicate watercolors he jotted down in a few feverish...
...time, the truth was hard to come by. The aggrieved bus driver said that, when he failed to pull his bus out of the way of Rivera's car, the famed muralist had pumped bullets at him from a .45 semiautomatic. "Nonsense," cried Artist David Siqueiros. At the moment Rivera was supposed to have been squeezing the trigger, he was actually in Jose Clemente Orozco's apartment heaving charges of artistic ineptitude at his host and Siqueiros himself...
...Buckingham Palace during the week of Princess Elizabeth's wedding, worked late at his suite at the Dorchester. There had been a weekend with Prime Minister Attlee at Chequers, and a Savoy reception by the Canada Club. Once Mr. King slipped away to visit his portrait painter, Artist Frank Salisbury, at Hampstead. There, after dinner, Mrs. Salisbury had played his favorite, Handel's Largo...
...hands upraised. Charlie Chaplin's vain, subtle face bowed in a corner. Einstein's uncombed locks stood forever snarled in bronze. John D. Rockefeller Sr. pursed withered lips. Ernie Pyle grinned shyly from a pedestal. And there was also a bust of an emaciated, fanatically intense young artist in a floppy tie, who, on close inspection, turned out to be Frank Sinatra...