Word: artiste
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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BIRDS by Brian Wildsmith (Watts; $4.95). In what is probably the best-illustrated of the year's picture books, Artist Wildsmith offers a series of 14 wonderful paintings of owls, pheasants, herons and other feathered creatures. There is no text, but youngsters and their parents are sure to be intrigued by his picture captions: a "congregation of plover," a "wedge of swans," a "stare of owls...
...PAINTER by Duard G. Slattery, illustrated by Sanford McGrail (Lion; $4.50). Taken directly from the 1960 Academy Award-winning short, the book depicts an abstract artist who throws paint on a large canvas, then slices it up for sale. As much fun as the movie...
...noncommittal "Wonderful choir." Smiling stiffly, the President shook hands with Lewis, mumbled "Thank you" and departed. Titillated by the event, Washington reporters in vented a slew of mock news bulletins and tacked them to a White House bulletin board. "President Johnson," said one, "announced late Sunday he has commissioned Artist Peter Hurd to paint a portrait of the Rev. C. P. Lewis." Hurd, of course, is the painter whose portrait of the President was rejected by L.B.J. as "the ugliest thing I ever saw." Improving on the script, Johnson last week chose as his 33rd wedding anniversary gift to Lady...
...canvas aimed at evoking a haunting, lyric sense of other-worldly beauty. A Stella painting, on the other hand, locks form and content together, forcing the viewer to accept it as an object unique unto itself. To viewers who find the result boring or merely decorative, the artist replies, "My eyes and my emotions tell me something different. They tell me it's very beautiful, complicated, moving, disturbing and challenging. There are forces at work to think about here...
...sudden death hasn't been as anonymous, and the Committee of memorialists has contrived to write something far more elaborate than the "anything will do" he asked for as an epitaph. Buried in this courteous and often adoring book are kernels of the familiar sad story of the American artist that poured out in Jarrell's poems. He was recovering or perhaps failing to recover from a nervous breakdown that October in North Carolina. "When I last saw him, not long before his death," Arendt writes, "the laughter was almost gone and he was ready to admit defeat...