Word: glow
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...answers to those questions glow through every glass panel and glisten from every opalescent surface in "Masterworks of Louis Comfort Tiffany," an exhibition on view through Sept. 9 at New York City's Metropolitan Museum of Art. Tiffany expert and curator Alastair Duncan has assembled 72 rarely seen works for this spaciously mounted show: monumental stained-glass windows, richly patterned leaded-glass lamps, delicate hand-blown vases and impressionistic gold jewelry...
...leaded-glass lamps displayed in "Masterworks" radiate a ragtime glow -- magnolias, maple leaves, dragonflies and cobwebs are set atop finely wrought bronze bases. Viewed together, however, they overwhelm a modern eye, a sort of kaleidoscopic overdose. Tiffany would perhaps have been embarrassed by such a showing of his lamps. He considered them rankly commercial and beneath his talents. They were, however, a convenient way to use up the several tons of glass chips and shards remaining from his monumental windows. At his 68th birthday party, where more than 160 examples of his art were displayed, Tiffany exhibited only one lamp...
...They look like primitive lumps, soft rocks. Why paint a lump? Partly, no doubt, because the grainstacks implied abundance, the nurturing power of deep France. But mainly because, in their very simplicity, they were a superb matrix for the changing effects of light and color. Sometimes Monet's grainstacks glow like furnaces, their shadow lines breaking into excited flurries of crimson and blue; sometimes they are dirty brown, between the inert pewter sky of winter and the white crust of snow...
...only other highlight of the show is Marcia Madeira's lighting. The pools of color bring an element of interest to the half-hearted battle scene which occurs at the culmination of the play, making the silver blades of the swords glow red or blue...
...Hope?" asks the 60-year-old Fidelista, who fought with Castro's guerrillas in the mountains a generation ago. He flicks on a cheap cigarette lighter and, in its feeble glow, takes stock of his home in Santiago de Cuba, the officially designated "Hero City" of the revolution: no running water, paint peeling off the walls, a wild pig snuffling around the main corridor. "I need a candle to look for hope here...