Word: beardsley
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...chases after the dream of her youth and finds it seedless. Hers is a persistent past, and she dwells in reminiscence. She drapes herself in shoulder furs and slinky sequined gowns, and mannerizes the carefree '20s with every flourish of her cigarette holder. Her figure has the lines of Beardsley, and her history mimics the twists of those lines. Her life was all amour--she cavorted at their serenades, whirled waltzing in their arms, and made indulgent love to them. And when they abandoned her, she resurfaced like an invincible Molly Brown...
...repairman and Melissa Mueller shows up again as Clea, a second girlfriend whose exact motivation--if you're even inclined to bother about such matters after her most striking entrance--could be slightly troublesome. This time McCleary's set--an enormous funhouse of a room with hints of Aubrey Beardsley in its moldings--has little to do with its owners by any realistic measure, but is tremendous fun nonetheless. And Steve Downs's lighting doesn't miss...
...these printmakers, one cannot say that they hesitated altering their first attempts but rather relished each stage of transformation--whether chrysalis or caterpillar--hoping that the eventual product would emerge in its aesthetically appropriate form. Of such able printmakers as Rembrandt, Canaletto, William Blake or Aubrey Beardsley, we cannot say that they shrunk from the beautiful as Oscar Wilde once declared of American artist James McNeil Whistler; "Ah, Whistler! Yes, wonderful of course, but, how he fears beauty! He puts a blot, a mere stain like a petal, a butterfly upon a sheet of paper and dares not touch...
Such timorous Victorian technique in art is not to be found in this exhibit, even though artists of about the same historical period are represented (i.e., Beardsley, Blake). Eugene Delacroix, 19th century French rebel of classicism did not fear losing the charm of his drawing. Reclining Tiger, and from his sketches of a spotted leopard and a listless, striped tiger, framed he fearful symmetry of a wide-eyed beast of prey, Tigre Royale. Where in pencil, the tiger's feet were merely misshaped ovals, in lithograph form, the cat's paws took on the stream-lined and savage spikes...
...Love she was the feminine soul brought beyond the melting point. Here again she writhes in agonies of longing, but her yowling and rug scratching are more reminiscent of feline heat than feminine misery. As for the composer. Chamberlain has the appearance and emotional range of an Aubrey Beardsley faun. After he gambols through the woods, one expects to find tiny cloven hoofprints...