Word: harboring
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Perhaps most ironic is the extent to which this exhibition reveals the influence of French art to which German expressionism has lately been opposed, especially the poetically inclined canvases of Erich Heckel. Karl Schmidt-Rottluff's Fauve period Harbor Scene is a product of the movement dominated by Matisse and is a canvas far superior to Schmidt-Rottluff's two later, extremely ungainly, still-lifes. And Jawlensky's Head of a Woman pays tacit tribute both to Matisse and Rouault...
...guild in Antwerp in 1551, he set out on a painting journey to France and Italy. But, unlike most of his contemporaries, Bruegel did not return home with his head crammed with Venetian painting and classical models. What had impressed him most was the magnificent sweep of Naples' harbor and the awesome Alpine passes...
...Long Beach waterfront, the Los Angeles Examiner's hardboiled, cigar-chomping Ben Reddick hoisted his last drink at Shanghai Red's and moved to a more elegant section of the coastline. For $8,400, Photographer-Reporter Reddick had become owner, publisher and editor of the weekly Newport Harbor News Press. Far from succumbing to the easygoing ways of Newport's cruise-and-booze set, Newsman Reddick covered the town as if it were just another waterfront, turned his paper into an aggressive, news-packed triweekly (circ. 4,445) that not infrequently pinned back the Examiner...
...Tommy White went, from arctic Russia to Brazil, he went out fishing, collecting rare specimens, discoursing to his British wife Constance Millicent Rowe (his second) on the delights of ichthyology. White would catch the fish, getting soaked to the skin; Constance would paint them in watercolors. But when Pearl Harbor struck, said Constance, "I knew our happy days were over...
...every tourist folder says, the Caribbean is a land of contrasts. Froude can write of standing on the waterfront at Kingston in Grenada: "The off-shore night breeze had not yet risen. The harbor was as smooth as a looking-glass and the stars shone double in the sky and on the water. The silence was only broken by the whistle of the lizards or the cry of some far-off marsh frog. The air was warmer than we ever feel in the depth of an English summer, yet pure and delicious and charged with the perfume of a thousand...