Word: medardo
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...reliance on the past, Marini revived Italian sculpture in a period when it languished after the Rodinesque impressionism of Medardo Rosso and the kineticism of the futurists. Marini loathed the machine at first. He took his subject from the horse and rider, an image common in the Italian cityscape, with Donatello's Gattamelata, Verrocchio's Colleoni and the ancient Roman statue of Marcus Aurelius placed on the Capitoline Hill by Michelangelo. Traditionally, the man on horseback is a symbol of authority, of exultant control, of human power over nature. Marini turned the image from initial triumph to ultimate...
MUSEUM OF MODERN ART-11 West 53rd St. Forty canvases, dating from 1940 to 1963, by Hans Hofmann, the panjandrum of abstract expressionists. Through Dec. 1. Also at the Modern Museum: Soft-focus sculpture of the rebel Italian, Medardo Rosso, who worked in wax and accused Rodin of snitching his ideas. Through...
MUSEUM OF MODERN ART-11 West 53rd St. Forty canvases, dating from 1940 to 1963, by Hans Hofmann, the panjandrum of abstract expressionists. Through Dec. 1. Also at the Modern Museum: Soft-focus sculpture of the rebel Italian, Medardo Rosso, who worked in wax and accused Rodin of snitching his ideas. In rejecting the notion that sculpture is petrified people, Rosso often gave his glowing waxworks a life that has outlived the subjects. Through...
...Medardo Rosso was a rebel. A shaggy, red-bearded bohemian, he called Greek and Roman sculpture "nothing but paperweights." The curly beard of Michelangelo's Moses was "Neapolitan spaghetti" to him. While studying at the Brera Academy in Milan, he punched a fellow student and was expelled. He took haven in Paris' Montmartre district in the days of Degas, Lautrec and Rodin. What did he think about Rodin, his senior by nearly 18 years? "Rosso loves Rosso," was his cool reply...
...medieval romances, knights grow nobler from suffering. The Cloven Viscount, Medardo of Terralba, grows worse. He is cut cleanly in two from head to crotch by a Turkish cannon ball, and one half of him is saved by doctors. This half returns home with a maniacal urge to slice everything else in two: flowers, mushrooms, small animals. "If only I could halve every whole thing like this," the viscount philosophizes, "so that everyone would escape from his obtuse and ignorant wholeness. Beauty and knowledge and justice only exists in what has been cut to shreds...