Word: artzybasheff
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...machine age, few artists have found inspiration in the machine. Some, seeing it only as cold and impersonal steel, portrayed it with stark realism; others, fearing it, blew it to pieces in abstracts and cubes. Russian-born Boris Artzybasheff brought the machine to life, endowed it with personality, sex-and even ulcers...
This week Artzybasheff publishes his first book of drawings and paintings, As I See (Dodd, Mead; $7.50). With good-and ill-humored grotesqueries, he pokes at modern man's neuroses, pretensions and follies. But the hard core of his book is a gallery of his humanized turret lathes, planers and millers. Looking at his portrayal of dutiful monsters, complete with attentive eyes and busy hands, laymen as well as engineers usually can understand at a glance what both Artzybasheff and the machines have on their minds...
Wonderful. Artzybasheff's cover . . . a spitting image of me as a handyman, including pipe...
...delighted to find my portrait, done under the skillful brush of Artzybasheff, on the cover of TIME, Nov. 2. It was an abstract rather than realistic portrait, of course ; for clear realism would have shown an Omnica bag, Norwood light meter, Exakta VX, and three photo-all lenses with including travel a stains from being logged 95,000 miles through twelve countries and four Pacific islands. But as a symbolic portrait it was superb . . . W. NORWOOD BRIGANCE Crawfordsville...
...Again Artzybasheff seems to show us to ourselves, his myopically candid-eyed character beautifully portraying the recent, rather revolting development within our ranks . . . of a whole group of souls who don't know what they've been looking at until the films come back from the drugstore, the exasperating but so frequently met guy who'll "tell you about my vacation when the prints are developed." This sort of thing first hit me hard a few years ago while comfortably moseying over the Skyline Drive in Virginia . . . There were the usual fenced-off views . . . and each time...