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From about 1980 onward Rothenberg took more to an open weaving with the brush, dabbing her pigment into a field of hatchings. There is so much overpainting and layering in her recent work that the paintings seem to have grown excruciatingly slowly. They carry a patina of doubt on every square inch of their surface. But they do breathe: light and air -- of a rather claustral kind, but atmosphere just the same -- bathe the bodies and unify them as objects in the world while threatening always to dissolve them as emblems of personality. The surfaces look as if they came...
Herein lies one of the main problems with Baby Boom: it is filled with pejorative stereotypes. Granted, satire should use a broad brush, but the characters in this movie are simply not to be believed. Besides the Minnesota couple, there is a town full of crusty Vermonters who say little more than "Yup" and "Nope...
...butt end hinged by a sliver of the tree's outer edge. He cut the heavier ends to 16-in. lengths to make them easier to load. Branches and tops were cut longer. He spent no more than ten minutes on a tree and walked surely through the brush with his chain saw running...
...cleared a road for his truck through brush that he stacked neatly in a pile -- a future home for rabbits. He once found two baby squirrels while cutting, tiny blind creatures, and took them home to bottle feed. "Gentled 'em so that when they grew up they'd come when I called...
...down on note cards. On the Iran-contra hearings: "Senator Inouye . . . now there's a strict-looking guy. He's the principal of the United States of America." On Fawn Hall, Jessica Hahn and Donna Rice: "I love the way they describe these women as part-time models. I brush my teeth every morning -- does that make me a part-time dentist?" On Princess Di: "With twelve bodyguards around her all the time, how could she possibly have an affair? 'Where are you going, honey?' 'Just out to christen a battleship, dear...