Word: paints
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Except for a gaunt, tormented Job, the subjects were still the same-Brazil's button-eyed peasant women and tattered children. "I paint," said Portinari, who is a Communist, "to teach my people what is wrong...
...sent off to Rio to study, slept in a bathtub, learned a correct academic style that won him several medals. After that came a two-year scholarship in Paris. He angered his sponsors by returning to Brazil with only a single small painting. Portinari explained: "I can paint nothing at first sight. I must wait and let imagination work...
...imagination went to work on the peasant life he knew, shaping it into raw-toned, spaciously planned pictures that were quickly acclaimed by Rio's intellectuals. Soon even Brazil's granfinos (upper crust), who disliked his serious works ("He paints big feet, he paints Negroes, he imitates Diego Rivera"), were commissioning him to paint their portraits, and Portinari obligingly turned out slick & sound conventional likenesses in the best School of Fine Arts manner. He made good money painting portraits of Helena Rubinstein, Yehudi Menuhin, Artur Rubinstein...
...aristocratic South Carolina family, first went to Boston as a student at Harvard, was infected with Boston's quickening interest in Europe's classical culture. He visited Italy and France, studied the immense compositions of Titian, Veronese and Tintoretto. In 1811, he settled in England to paint like them. When he returned to Boston seven years later, his fame seemed secure...
That same year, Illinois Governor Thomas Ford threatened to raze Nauvoo. The 38-year-old prophet surrendered himself as a hostage for his people-and sealed his own fate. A mob with their faces disguised with paint invaded Carthage jail, shot him as he tried to escape from a window. As he fell to the ground, a lyncher with a bowie knife prepared to cut off his head, despite the remonstrances of a horrified bystander (see cut). But as he died, the prophet had one more triumph; the sun blazed out, illuminating the jail yard, and the man with...