Word: lyonel
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Manhattan's Artists' Gallery was behaving last week like the Madman Muntz of the art dealers' world. On the walls of his Lexington Avenue walkup were hanging drawings by 204 artists. Side by side with relative unknowns were works by such top U.S. moderns as Lyonel Feininger, William Baziotes, William Cropper, Philip Evergood and Josef Albers worth up to $250. Each drawing was marked at a flat $25. The only hitch: on none of the drawings was the artist's signature visible, and the gallery refused to say who had drawn what. The bargain show...
...Dallasites who looked like potential customers. On view were 56 paintings by such contemporary artists as Hazel Janicki, John Marin, Ben Shahn. Within an hour of the opening, eight paintings were sold. Texas' ten-gallon prices: from $50 for Woman Setting Table by Jenne Magafan to $500 for Lyonel Feininger's Village in Thuringia...
Permanent Drift. Born in Manhattan, Feininger started out to be a musician. His father was a violinist, his mother a pianist and Lyonel eventually became both. He was a shy and lonely boy who practiced four or five hours a day, then listened for hours more to his parents' performances. When he was 16, his father decided that he should continue his studies in Leipzig. But the professor his father wanted him to have was away. While waiting in Hamburg for his return, Lyonel drifted into studying...
...drift soon became permanent. Lyonel became a caricaturist, and though still living in Europe, he began drawing comic strips for the Chicago Tribune. He soon learned to hate deadlines, found that what he really wanted was to paint ("My contentment is founded on creative work"). He joined the Bauhaus group, and with Paul Klee and Wassily Kandinsky (TIME, March 24) became a top apostle of abstract art. "I have to destroy nature," he cried, "before I can build her up again." The architect he took as his model: Johann Sebastian Bach...
Today, erect as a Junker, Lyonel Feininger is still absorbed by the stresses of the ghostly world he creates, where shadow and substance play upon each other in a sort of counterpoint. Each day, after helping his wife tidy up their Manhattan apartment, he disappears into his studio. Sometimes he comes out to strum a bit on the piano, then returns to paint again and grumble about the light...