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...years ago Thompson offered his collection to the city. But he insisted that it be housed in a special museum. Pittsburgh turned him down, just as Pittsburgh society had been snubbing him for years. He went then to a 40-year-old Basel art dealer named Ernst Beyeler, with whom he had long been trading pictures. Last year Beyeler arranged to sell $1,500,000 worth of Klees to the state of North Rhine-Westphalia, which will house them in a museum that is yet to be built. Last week most of the other prizes, once offered to Pittsburgh, went...
...Rouault are all represented. One of Paul Klee's best-known works. Seven O'Clock over the Roofs, looks like a toy town built with brown and greenish blocks. Oslo had never seen a finer group of Juan Crises, nor had it been exposed to Surrealist Max Ernst...
...masters who stole the show-Yves Tanguy with his unearthly landscapes, Francis Picabia with a grotesque pair of spiky-chinned lovers, the German Richard Oelze with buildings and people that look as if they had been submerged in water for years. There were wooden moons and seas by Max Ernst, a geometric Anthony and Cleopatra by Philadelphia-born Man Ray, a couple of dreamy street scenes by Italy's Giorgio de Chirico. Among the younger artists, none were equal in quality, and some seemed to be more action painters than surreal. Robert Rauschenberg's Bed -sheets, pillow...
...artist's problem, as Ernst Ludwig Kirchner saw it, was "how to arrest in a few bold strokes a movement, catching the passing moment." To him, in 1900, the paintings in museums were "anemic, bloodless, lifeless studio daubs," while on the streets of Dresden, "life-noisy, colorful, pulsating," cried to be painted. Kirchner was not alone in his ambition, but of all the German expressionists who sprang up before World War I, few are enjoying quite such a vogue as Kirchner today...
Lives of great men are far less sublime than Longfellow thought, and their letters often prove it. If Sigmund Freud had not put his genius into psychoanalysis, even his son Ernst would have seen small reason to assemble this bundle of his father's correspondence, some of it already mined by Ernest Jones in his famed biography of the Master. Freud's letters are not brilliant, witty, or especially intimate. But their truculent honesty makes for a paradoxical and amusingly human revelation. The dedicated psychologist of sex was no sophisticate, but a square...