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Churchill's first question to the artist was: "Are you going to paint me as a tiger or a cherub?" Had Sutherland tried to catch something of both, he might have got results. Instead he took the easier course of choosing a single dramatic aspect-the tiger. He got nine short sittings in which to bag it. His studies on view last week showed a robed tiger in the Order of the Garter, a cigar-chomping tiger, a tiger weary unto death, and a fat but hungry tiger. Each clearly caught a mood. But by concentrating on the tiger...
...handed Carmi an advance with orders to fix the instrument. Later, the plasterer changed his mind and demanded his money back. He demanded it vehemently. He pounded his fist on the piano. As he did so, the plaster casing cracked and the head and torso of a little wooden cherub came into view...
...want to hear from the little guns first?" Replied Chairman Smith: "There are no little guns in Congress." Dan Reed took a seat at the foot of the table. Behind him, under an ornate gold-leaf mirror, sat another staunch protectionist, Illinois' Republican Representative Noah Mason, his cherub cheeks aglow with excitement. Cried Reed: "I formed my opinion about low tariffs as an infant during the Administration of Grover Cleveland. Yes, I formed my opinions when, gentlemen"-Reed paused to glare around the table-"when, gentlemen, I walked miles and miles to sell a dozen eggs...
When Painter Sutherland went to Chartwell last August for the first sitting, the Prime Minister asked: "Are you going to paint me as a tiger or cherub?" Watching the old man take his seat on a large dais, Sutherland made up his mind. "He took up a position as a tiger. The lip was out. The head was challenging. The eyes were looking direct." Then and there, he made his choice between Churchill the benign and humorous and Churchill the uncompromising. "It seemed to me essential," Sutherland explained, "that Churchill should be portrayed with a certain degree of intransigence-with...
...lower center is a bloated, hog-faced cherub swilling strong drink (explains Grosz: "I come from a drinking family"). At his left, a fat-buttocked nude is grasped by a hand that protrudes from no body; below lies a soft, naked torso and legs, which Grosz says represents the memory of his mother, killed in a Berlin air raid. In the lower left, a demented soldier hobbles on a crutch, carrying his amputated left leg in the crook of his arm. That figure is a remembrance of the time Grosz spent in a mental military hospital during World...