Word: artistes
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...kitchen plate he uses for a palette, climbed nimbly down the ladder. Mr. Robertson handed him an envelop. It held a check for $14,000, last payment on the $21,000 due Rivera for his work. It held too a letter telling him he was fired. Artist Rivera woodenly went to his work shack on the lobby balcony to change from his overalls. At once more guards appeared, pushed away the movable scaffold. Others came with planking. Within half an hour, the unfinished fresco was covered with tarpaper and a wooden screen. Meanwhile one of Rivera's assistants rushed...
Last week Rivera cashed his $14,000 check, went to see his lawyer. He was told he might sue to establish an artist's dubious right under an "implied covenant" to force exhibition of his work, but that he had no legal right to the fresco he had sold and been paid for. He fell back on "a moral question" of the artist's right "to express himself; and the right to receive the judgment of the world, of posterity." Said he: "They have no right, this little group of commercial minded people, to assassinate my work...
...Comic Artist (by Susan Glaspell & Norman Matson; Arthur J. Beckhard, producer) has been under various play doctors' care since 1927, when Mr. & Mrs. Matson first wrote it. Its ills are still uncured. To begin with, the play is not named after the central character of the piece. Central character is Stephen Rolf, a prolix worthy who lives and paints on Cape Cod and goes about in a windbreaker. His brother, sensitive Karl, is the cartoonist of the family, having created a comic strip character named "Muggs," who always is defeated in the last picture...
...Comic Artist contains a good deal of excellent prose in its dialog, expresses not a few credible convictions, is honest if somewhat unprofessional. Most reviewers left it with justification for harsh criticism, but without the heart to administer...
...combined sarcastic clangor from six other steeples, he crashes out his pathetic revival-meeting cacophonies without benefit of half-notes, but with a boundless enthusiasm comparable only to that of a small boy with a horn on Christmas morning. I don't know which egliso employs this generous artist, but if there is any chance of buying him off, I am willing to contribute as my share a railroad ticket to Padueah Texas. Sedgwick Mead...