Word: painterly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Artistic taste today is likely to dismiss Painter John Singer Sargent as briskly as it does that whole great clutter of heavy gilt frames, dusty plush draperies and ornate grandeurs that marked his vanished era. It is only 30 years since Sargent died, half a century since the Edwardian peak of his fame; yet the interval can hardly be measured by years alone. Just how far and fast fashions have changed since Sargent's day could best be seen this week at Boston's Museum of Fine Arts, celebrating the centennial of the painter's birth with...
ALTHOUGH the baffling, dedicated, often tormented painters of the late 19th century have inspired one Hollywood opus after another, the celluloid vision has proved no more revealing than the dated contemporary photographs. This month at Chicago's Art Institute, a traveling exhibition of Toulouse-Lautrec will offer a fresh look at that tempestuous age, peopled by the foppish, witty, dwarf-legged chronicler of Montmartre and his painter friends Paul Gauguin and Vincent van Gogh. There, done with quick, sure strokes, is the record not only of what Toulouse-Lautrec saw as he grappled with the living instant...
Fresh May Wine. During the two years (1886-88) the three painters saw each other, they were unknown outside their own small circle of artists. Their favorite Paris haunts were the bars of Montmartre, the paint shop of Père Tanguy, and the mezzanine of Goupil's Gallery, which modest Dutch Art Dealer Theo van Gogh had turned into a boisterous rendezvous for the despised impressionists. There congregated the unbought painters, including Toulouse-Lautrec, then 23, and swashbuckling Paul Gauguin, 39, the onetime stockbroker who was now a full-fiedged painter just back from Panama and Martinique, roaring...
...nose are like flowers in a Persian carpet, thus personifying also the symbolical side. The color has nothing whatever to do with nature . . . Through all the reds and purples run streaks of flame as though a furnace were blazing before one's eyes, seat of all the painter's mental struggles. And all this on a background of chrome yellow with childish little bouquets of wild flowers. A room for a pure young girl . . ." To Vincent van Gogh, to whom nature was everything, it was Gauguin's sunken eyes that spoke. He wrote his brother Theo...
...Friar John [son] of Peter from Mugello near Vicchio, most excellent painter, who painted many pictures and walls in various places, took the clerical habit in this convent . . . and in the following year made his profession" (i.e., took his vows...