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...Ernst's prizewinner was an expert nightmare (see cut). Runners-up: Belgian Paul Delvaux, who sent a study of three disarmingly naked, disarmingly beautiful women in a ruined, neo-classical landscape; Ivan Le Lorraine Albright, for an ulcerous omelet of flesh, fish, snakes and rodents; Salvador Dali, whose desert caravan of spider-legged elephants "carrying on their backs erotic fountains, obelisks, churches and escorials" (see cut) for once was pretty comprehensible...
When the man in the street, that much maligned but elusive homunculus, thinks of modern painting--if he thinks of it at all the chances are that one of two names will be uppermost in his mind. Modern art to him is either Dali or Picasso...
...seems to this reviewer that most of those who attend the showing will come to see the Dalis and emerge praising Picasso or Miro, for despite the nineteen examples of his work displayed, the eccentric Catalonian comes out low man. Contrasted with the incomparable originality and vigor of Picasso, the earthy, humorous gaiety of Miro, and the quiet perfection of Gris, Dali's fantastic, delicately-detailed creations seem forced, superficial, and at times rather cheap...
Shown with other surrealists--perhaps Ernst, Tanguy, or Tchelitchew--the faults would be far less obvious, and the imaginative and fastidious qualities of Dali's art would emerge. Here, his miniaturist style seems fussy, his conceptions both bizarre and trivial, his composition crowded, and his symbols--crutches, telephones, and flabby amorphous heads--typed and repetitious...
...Salvador Dali, a slick painter and a calculating showman, who has made surrealism into a lucrative side show, combines the methods of the old masters and the madness of a slap-happy showoff. Both method and madness were appallingly apparent, as usual, in a new Dali show of eleven recent paintings which opened this week in Manhattan's Bignou Gallery. He did all eleven in just nine months. The paintings were so delicately labored, so ingeniously jumbled, and so elaborately inconsequential that gallery-goers went away wondering how a mustachioed, 52-year-old child could possibly display such professional...