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...students. The show commemorates the sooth anniversary of the artist's death, but it is also an attempt on the part of Spain to put Velásquez in proper focus. To the modern eye, his canvases have seemed somewhat static alongside the high drama of El Greco and the agonized intensity of Goya. Yet Velásquez sang a song of life as rich and full as any of his countrymen...
Though the influence of El Greco can be seen in the upward sweep of one of his rare religious paintings, The Virgin Placing the Chasuble on Saint Ildefonso (see color), Velásquez' style, stripped of the mannerism of his predecessors, was essentially his own. In his early years, when he painted scenes of ordinary life around him, his palette was somber; color was less important to him than the play of light and shadow and the arrangement of forms. His paintings rarely told a story, and whatever action there might be seemed almost always suspended. Yet his tipplers...
Realism Turns Unreal. He tirelessly sketched models of Greek and Roman statues, studied Rembrandt, Titian, Velasquez, and most of all, El Greco. When it came to his own painting, he refused to be hurried, would go through hundreds of "sittings"-three-to four-hour stretches before the easel-to achieve what he wanted. With a lesser talent, the result might have been dry and academic. Under Dickinson's brush a mystic world of magic harmonies emerged...
...when the artist was still an unknown, once scooped up 60 Soutines at an average of $50 apiece, acquired some of the world s finest Matisses and assembled the most impressive group of Cézannes outside the Louvre. His collection was to include everyone from Tintoretto to El Greco to Picasso. In 1923 Barnes lent some of his modern prizes to an exhibition in Philadelphia. When the critics and Main Liners howled in derision, Barnes decided to keep the gates closed to the general public...
...bachelor named Frank Blanchard, who, though college-educated, wouldn't take New York if you renamed Sixth Avenue for him. And for good reason: he lives on a houseboat, makes a dandy income manufacturing Sno-Fuzz machines (Sno-Fuzz is a kiddy confection), and practices a kind of Greco-Roman wrestling with any number of ladies. In fallow periods he daydreams of Ava Gardner-a whimsy not among the author's bubbliest...