Word: paints
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...artists try to paint what they see, but some look inside themselves for subjects, some look out. Winslow Homer, who died in 1910, was one who looked out. His huntsman's eyes, above the hairy battlement of his mustache, saw the world his contemporaries saw, but saw it more sharply. "When I have selected the thing carefully," he explained, "I paint it exactly as it appears...
February in Paris was cold, windless and grey, and its people beset with chaotic politics, strikes and shortages (see FOREIGN NEWS). Last week many a Parisian found a refuge from these storms in the sparkling new Galerie des Carets. There hung the paintings of a man whom some conservative critics have come to prefer to Picasso. He was monkish old Georges Rouault, whose fat, smoldering judges, jeweled kings, whores, clowns and solitary Christs grow richer and stranger year by year. They looked not like paint but hot coals, caked angrily into patterns by a muscle-bound man with a trowel...
Hirshfield also had a high regard for his own work. He painted ten hours a day, every day. His work was as doggedly patterned as herringbone cloth. He never used a model for his nudes, explaining that at his age he "couldn't very well bring a nude woman in and paint her. It wouldn't look right." Collector Sidney Janis, Hirshfield's discoverer, thinks that Stage Beauties with Angels (see cut) grew out of a burlesque-show memory. Hirshfield was always having model trouble. For his Lion painting he tried the zoo, pictures at the public...
...drawings for the murals told Orozco's story of work, sweat and enormous care. Many of them-studies of arms, legs, torsos-were smeared with dirt, spotted with ink and paint, creased from being folded and carried for weeks in his overall pockets. He had grouped them so that even laymen could trace the evolution from first idea to finished masterpiece. A hand from one corner of a large mural might first have been drawn in many ways, now as a fist, then open; first supplicating, then grasping. No one could say of Orozco that he had failed...
...clouds piled in grey threat on threat and a blue darkness settled on the land. In the San Juan valley the darker greens seemed black and the lighter green of grass, a chilling wet blue. 'Sweetheart' came rolling heavily along the highway and the aluminum paint on her gleamed with the evil...