Word: artistically
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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WOODY was a living vindication of Blake's belief that Beauty is Exuberance. This humane, generous, ebullient teacher and artist possessed no fugitive greatness. No man can hope to surpass G. Wallace Woodworth's inextinguishable charity and concern to bring people into loving commerce with the most capaciously communicative of the arts...
...improbable flotsam that had drifted in on a high tide, the last relic of a disposal civilization. The Aussies were taking it all in stride. Last weekend, some 2,500 of them happily trooped out to Little Bay and plunked down the modest 20? admission to see what this artist named Christo had wrought...
...celebration of its 100th anniversary. The result was the realization that Meister Francke, an altar painter who worked in Hamburg around the year 1420, has far better claim than his later compatriots, Dürer, Cranach or Grünewald, to the title of Germany's first great artist...
...most interesting member of the ring, however, was hardly more than a phantasm of pseudonyms: Von Houry / Herzog / Cassou / Hoffman / Raynal / Dory-Boutin. Actually he was a man named Elmyr de Hory, the artist responsible for counterfeiting the countless drawings, gouaches, watercolors and oils sold as Picassos, Matisses, Modiglianis, Braques, Derains, Monets, Légers, Dufys, Renoirs, Vlamincks and Van Dongens. Fake! is basically Elmyr de Hory's story as told to Novelist Clifford Irving (The Valley, The 38th Floor). It is an exuberant collage of skillful innuendo, succulent gossip, bitchery and elusive truths...
Born into a rich and landed Hungarian family, De Hory cruised Europe's capitals as a playboy artist during the '20s and '30s. He studied with Fernand Léger in Paris and brushed elbow patches with artists whose works he was to fake in years to come. Life was an amusement that ended abruptly with World War II. Totally apolitical, Elmyr was nevertheless shipped off to a Transylvanian concentration camp. "I was," he says with Magyar flair, "obviously too colorful a person for the safety of the state." He survived the Carpathian winter by painting...