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Director Andrzej Wajda displays more concern with people than ideas, with the emotions of his heroes than with the symbols of any system. His style is disjunctive and expressionistic, but it is also clear and direct. With a fluid, strikingly graphic technique, he achieves some memorable metaphors: the mad, drunken celebration of victory to Chopin's Polonaise in A Major; the ironic reflection of V-E day fireworks in a stagnant pool, beside which the Communist boss lies dead; the lovers in a ruined church, its Christ figure splintered and dangling upside down in the foreground; Maciek setting fire...
...think it is correct here. As Oedipus, Archie Epps displayed a dazzling agility with the intricate melodies in an interpretation of Oedipus that communicated pathos and feeling rather than pride and firmness. As Tiresias, Bentley Layton had warmth and resonance, too, but made the jagged melodic line too fluid. Lacking great vocal strength, he presented a too apologetic Tiresias. The result of both solos was closer to the personal expressiveness of Carissimi's Jeptha than the square, forthright objectivity of Stravinsky's score...
...exhibition traces for the first time Yeats' development from his precise and detailed drawings of the 1890s to the fluid textures of his later romantic watercolors. Living apart from the world's art centers, Yeats was untouched by the overpowering movements of his time, developed a lyricism entirely his own. The world's most stirring sights, he once said, are a man plowing and a ship at sea. In the most prosaic of daily happenings, he found life's heroics; his eye was piercing, his heart all-enveloping. "The roots of true art," he said...
Lilacs bloom listlessly in the dooryards, and the fluid play of baseball is again at hand. Shrill raucous crics of encouragement and derision shatter the cool air above Fenway Park, unruly urchins hurl dirty oranges and even dirtier epithets at their adversaries. Only the umpire's stolid face, inflexible as Procrustes' bed, retains its wintry imperturbaility...
Without a Brush. He almost never uses a brush. He dribbles paint onto a loose, unstretched canvas, swooshes it around, sometimes "kneads and hauls on the canvas as if it were sail." The triumph is that, even when dry, his canvases manage to look fluid. The colors float into view as if they had been poured like cream into iced coffee and for a moment were suspended. They merge or resist one another, but they are never smeared. To some of Jenkins' abstractionist colleagues they seem a bit too slick, but no one denies their flowing grace...