Word: foreheads
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...then he sort of did this, put his hand to his forehead and fell in my lap. And then I just remember falling on him and saying, 'Oh, no, no, no,' I mean, 'Oh, my God, they have shot my husband.' And 'I love you, Jack,' 1 remember I was shouting...
...Edward Wyllis Scripps, who had just added a wire service, United Press, to the numerous papers he owned. Scripps called Howard to his California ranch to look him over, and Howard appeared in his gaudiest regalia. The way Howard recalled the meeting, Scripps shoved his glasses up on his forehead, took a long, searching look and exclaimed, "My God, another little one!" Replied Howard (according to Howard): "Yes, but maybe a good one this time...
...Saudek has hired good actors. Sidney Blackmer, who played the defense attorney in A Case of Libel, was an effective Underwood, and Victor Jory was full of smoke and chalk, manning the blackboards as Underwood's campaign manager. But best of all, the Underwood program gave a beaded-forehead impression of oldtime political conventions, with 103 ballots and whispered threats in hot hotel rooms. Ironically, it was good television about the good old days before political conventions were ruined by television...
...produces the 1901 drypoint self-portrait, showing himself poised in a scream. All the features of the face in this self-portrait work together to vent this scream--all except the eyes. The drawn muscles of the face, the stretched mouth, the twisted lips and the lines in the forehead leading down past the nose--express a sensitive adolescent's wild and frustrated response to a confusing world. But the eyes are open and alert, as if Beckmann is seeing himself apart from himself, viewing his face as a mask. He captures a vision of himself, not "through a glass...
...historic stature of the artist in his tuxedo has shrunken, a near-cadaver fills his loosely-fitting clothes. He is propped and cramped by the chair at his side. His face has grown less well defined--his once fleshy nose now skeletal cartilage--the light now emanates from his forehead. Pensive and intent he listens for the end. He reflects upon his life in what will be his last self-portait. This man courageously and resolutely wrestled with the terrible angel and himself: "Perhaps then we can find ourselves, see ourselves in the work of art. Because ultimately, all seeking...