Word: manhattans
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...went to Brooklyn's Pratt Institute, won a Guggenheim for travel abroad, enjoyed a healthy success this season at Manhattan's Cordier & Ekstrom Gallery. She considers her heads, among other things, a kind of social commentary. "Look at the censored faces in the street," she says. "You can almost see people saying, I'm not going to be caught feeling.' My figures feel right because they're all tied down. They may look frightening at first-after I had done a few, I ran out of my studio. Then I began to see how defenseless...
Underwater Prophet. Brooklyn-born Paul Thek, 35, was an early member of the Grand Guignol club. He showed exquisitely molded wax sculptures of raw gobbets of flesh ;n 1964 and 1965. In 1967 he expanded his repertory to display a full-sized cast of himself at Manhattan's Stable Gallery dressed -as a dead hippie and laid out full length inside a pink ziggurat-shaped tomb. The cadaver was a huge success; it toured to London and the Kassel Documenta. For his show at the Stable this spring, he chose a far subtler and less sensational idea: a latex...
Miriam Beerman, 46, lives in Brooklyn, where her husband teaches high school. She paints such pretty topics as shrieking faces, jackals and concentration-camp victims because, as she says forthrightly, "I've always been furious at the world." Born in Providence, Mrs. Beerman studied under Yasuo Kuniyoshi at Manhattan's Art Students League before taking off to France to immerse herself in Goya, the German expressionists, and (as her painting style shows) Britain's Francis Bacon. She is fascinated by the "natural world," and has done a series of paintings on fish, bats, owls. At the moment...
Simply arriving at a Larry Ellman restaurant can be a challenge to belief. A diner bound for Manhattan's Orangerie, for instance, can be picked up and delivered at the restaurant by a customer-service Citroën painted all over with orange blossoms. In the foyer he passes a concierge ready to order theater tick ets or call home to see if the wife and children are O.K. Seated on a black vinyl banquette beneath the leaves of a plastic orange tree, he swills down a triple martini poured from a Boodles bottle and served in a pitcher...
Sailor Suits. Among his latest acquisitions are two Manhattan landmarks -Luchow's, where the schnitzel has been unadorned for decades, and Charles in Greenwich Village, where the menu used to be sensible and the decor genteel. Now Charles has burst into a kind of bordello Byzantine, where a female harpist plucks away and the lighting is too dim to see the food (not that one would want to). So far, mercifully, Ellman has left Luchow's alone...