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...artists most heavily featured in the Italian pavilion are Enzo Cucchi, Francesco Clemente and Sandro Chia -- together with Mimmo Paladino, 40, who has turned the main gallery into a continuous "environment" of stone figures, bronze emblems and copper sheet. Paladino's masks, wheels, cauldrons, skulls and traceries of rose stems, cast in bronze, have a wild unsettled air, a mix of couture sophistication and peasant witchcraft, that is quite striking; one only wishes that when he carves a figure in stone, it came out looking more like sculpture and less like a shop-window dummy. Also not to be missed...
...from their crumpled clothes, overcome by asphyxiation. "I saw people dying, people dead all around," recalled Ephrem Ngong Kum, 24, of Su-Bum, a village some 200 miles northwest of Yaounde, Cameroon's capital. "They died in the houses, in streets, outside the forest, in the stream." Fellow Villager Chia David Wambong remembered a warm feeling, as if he were drunk. "Everyone started to cough, and some people vomited blood," he said. "I saw people on the ground screaming. Everyone was crying." When the cloud lifted, there were few survivors to mourn the dead...
...York City. Women in New York's , Chinatown work nine or ten hours a day with only Sundays off, taking home a mere $80 to $120 a week. They complain of headaches and stomach pains, caused by exhaustion and strain. "They are really suffering from depression," says Chia-ling Kuo, a research associate in anthropology at the City University of New York. "They are not really in the mainstream. Their joy is Sunday dim sum and Chinese movies. Most people in Chinatown don't ever have a chance to speak to an American...
...American critics were slapping the label of neoexpressionism on everything that moved, there was a good deal of excitement in New York City over three young Italian painters nicknamed, whether for convenience or as a tribute to their common origin in the land of opera, the three Cs--Sandro Chia, Francesco Clemente and Enzo Cucchi...
Cucchi made end-of-history folk art, full of skulls and torrents of lava, cemeteries and crowing cocks. Chia, in a melange of 20th century styles ranging from early Mussolini to late Chagall, did ladylike coal heavers expelling wind while floating in postures vaguely derived from classical statuary. And Clemente? Somewhat more elusive, various and parody resistant: a survivor. The three Cs are now reduced to two, if one can judge from the abysmal quality of Chia's New York show last winter--whimsies impacted into cliche by the stress of overproduction. This month Clemente is on stage, blanketing Soho...