Word: artists
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Against Temple, Harvard's Tony Jenkins and Lou Silver will have to watch Newman, who grabbed 22 rebounds in a win over Navy, 52-41, last week. However, Newman is a hack artist and if Jenkins and Silver get too close, he will definitely let the axe fall...
...Museum of Natural History have been spellbound by its dioramas, those three-dimensional displays of stuffed animals and birds set in meticulous reconstructions of their natural habitats. Many of the backgrounds-vistas of veldt and forest clearings-were painted by Francis Lee Jaques, the Illinois-born ornithologist and nature artist. Jaques, who died in 1969, at the age of 81, was also well known for his oil paintings and stark black-and-white drawings of wild life, and he cheerfully withstood Arctic cold and tropical heat to bring back such quarry on paper. To accompany many pictures (including 65 bird...
MYTH by Brian O'Doherty. 288 pages. Random House. $25. "Between an artist and his work on the one hand, and the audience on the other," notes Critic Brian O'Doherty, "there are large areas for misunderstanding." O'Doherty, who paints (under the name Patrick Ireland) and also teaches (at Barnard), attempts to correct any such misunderstandings about eight American artists: Edward Hopper, Stuart Davis, Jackson Pollock, Willem de Kooning, Mark Rothko, Robert Rauschenberg, Andrew Wyeth and Joseph Cornell. Despite the use of a good deal of jargon, O'Doherty is remarkably successful. His interviews...
...crowded canvases filled with 40-year-old billboards, saloons, cigar stores, subway entrances. It is easy to label him an urban Grandma Moses, but Fasanella's paintings are crammed with emotions that range from sentimentality to outrage at the assassination of President Kennedy. His strongest qualities as an artist are energy and a prodigal memory. One need not have known New York in the 1930s to feel nostalgia when looking at this book. Fasanella is 59, and much of his world has already disappeared without trace...
...this, his sixth book of drawings in three decades, hints of satire flicker over images of parades, masks, street corners and architecture. Is Steinberg making some point about bureaucratic conformity, say, or cultural cacophony? Perhaps. But too much interpretation spoils the fun. What interpretation is needed, anyway, of an artist who can symbolize what a dog thinks and render a woman's conversation as a series of dental charts...