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Dates: during 1960-1969
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ANDRÉMASSON-Saidenberg, 1035 Madison Ave. at 79th. This retrospective dates from 1923 to 1962. The works trek from cubism to surrealism, imitating Picasso among others, finally arrive at some of the most spirited and sophisticated lines in current painting. Through March...
NATHANAEL NEUJEAN-Contemporaries, 992 Madison Ave. at 77th. Thirty-three small pieces in rough bronze for a Belgian sculptor's first U.S. showing. Much of his work commemorates the victims of the Nazi pogroms and stands as a monument to their courage. He endows his figures with dignity in despair, casts them in small lonely groups bound together both by human oppression and the hidden force of their own humanity. Through March...
WORKS FROM THE KYOTO HAMLET OF FINE ARTS-French & Co.. 978 Madison Ave. at 76th. In 1961 four young Japanese artists founded a colony in Kyoto, a city that for centuries has been the stronghold of traditionalist art. Their work is being shown for the first time in the U.S., together with that of three colleagues...
ROBERT D'ARISTA-Nordness, 831 Madison Ave. at 69th. In his last painting show, this American University professor of art laid on paint like plaster of paris; for this one, he has tidied up his canvases and thinned his oils to a fine translucence. While he varies his use of texture, D'Arista is constantly concerned with chiaroscuro. His figures cast dark, subtle shadows on a curtain of white or emerge from darkness like apparitions. Through March...
BERNARD LORJOU-Hutton, 787 Madison Ave. at 67th. A lively show by a Parisian who has, in a one-man war against abstractionism, engaged in fistfights and lawsuits with his critics and sent his large, figurative paintings floating down the Seine on a barge. In these 28 oils, his colors are as breathtaking as ever, but the bizarre brutality has been transformed into a fierce emotionalism. White and yellow cathedrals blaze against midnight blue, flowers sputter and spout like painted fireworks, and marionettes look out with sad-eyed plaintiveness. Through March...