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Christopher Wood belonged to a period in the arts which has been thoroughly berated for its frivolity but for which many an artist nevertheless feels a nostalgic respect. In the U. S. it was characterized by the brave inebrieties of Greenwich Village; in England by the no-less-eccentric brilliance of writers like Ronald Firbank, who always carried a few lumps of coal in his suitcase to remind him where his family got its money. Like Firbank, "Kit" Wood was a well-to-do, social young man who became a legend, but the legend is of a singularly pure artist...
...which during his lifetime of 29 years won the admiration of Augustus John, Diaghilev, Cocteau, Picasso, and which has caused them to be valued by their owners at prices up to $10,000 is a quality found everywhere in English poetry but exceptional in English painting : magic of imagery. Artist Wood sharpened his delicate color sense on Picasso but his line and composition were personal, quaint, candidly visionary. He produced nearly 500 oil paintings in ten years, turned out four a week during his last summer vacation in Brittany. London's definitive exhibition took three years to arrange with...
That versatile Artist Salvador Dali should be working on a surrealist ballet is hardly surprising. But it was news last week when one of the parts was offered to antic, woolly-wigged Comedian Harpo Marx. The proffered role: "an immobile figure plunged into the depths of total despair, who then emerges from his state of hallucination and goes into paroxysms of the most frantic choreographic delirium...
...West, exhibited the results last week. Among them: Waiting (see cut), a Kansas cow, dying of thirst, on whom the buzzards have already lit; Security, showing more fortunate horses grazing on a prairie hill while a family whirls topsy-turvy in the sky above them. Not Surrealist was Artist Gropper's explanation: "It's quite literal-the cattle have some security but the people are up in the air. More generally, everything is beautiful, the country is nice, but where in hell...
...over the same ground in this, he does not follow a strict chronological narrative in Portraits of a Lifetime, but skips through time & space as his memory prompts him. The result is a little disconcerting to readers who do not know his previous volumes. At one moment the artist may be telling some antique anecdote about Renoir which drifts imperceptibly into comment about the political situation in present-day France, of which he strongly disapproves...