Word: goghs
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Wilson's game of intellectual hooky is certainly up. The book is a sequence of unblinking non sequiturs, half-fashioned logic and firm disregard for the English language. The merit of The Outsider was that it brought fresh insight to such diverse figures as Shaw and Hemingway, Van Gogh and T. S. Eliot, by casting them in the role of questing near-metaphysicians at the bedside of modern man. The tragic dilemma, as Wilson developed it, was that the Outsider had outdistanced the comforting illusions of everyday society while falling short of the luminous serenity...
...first five weeks of full operation, the Memorial Center has already added new zest to community life and revitalized art interest in the city. The Art Institute's housewarming show-some $3,000,000 worth of masterworks by El Greco, Rembrandt, Goya, Cézanne, Van Gogh and Picasso-drew a record turnout of 53,031 visitors, more than the museum in its old headquarters could normally expect in a whole year...
...full out for Stallknecht's work, describing her as "a 'natural'; she puts things down on canvas with unhesitating directness, as if reality guided her brush. But her realism is never merely photographic. Sometimes her patterns take on an expressionistic freedom, with pronounced rhythms, suggesting Van Gogh-or, nearer home, Marsden Hartley. But such parallels, probably coincidental, do not affect the authentic originality...
...Stumbling. Stallknecht is no Van Gogh. A triangulation of her merits would include not only such lofty points of reference but also the magazine illustrations of Norman Rockwell. Yet undeniably, in an age when thousands of young artists are stumbling about in search of a style they can call their own, Stallknecht has found hers. And she has done it without stumbling or even seeming to breathe hard. She studied illustration as a girl, before the beginning of the century, paused to raise a family and to farm at Chatham on Cape Cod, and then, past 50, felt compelled...
...Posing as a struggling artist (there were several in the building), the spy hung the studio walls with his own well-executed paintings-a wide-hipped nude, Harlem street scenes, an oil portrait that markedly resembled Khrushchev-stocked up on mystery novels and books on Degas and Van Gogh, sipped his brandy neat at the nearby Music Box bar. He read the local papers and, occasionally, The New Yorker. Sometimes he helped the building janitor make wiring repairs. Said one bemused neighbor later: "He didn't look as if he had a nickel. You'd never take...