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SHAPE to Brussels. Thus far, Europe's East-West exchanges are more a faint patina than a deep-running break in postwar patterns and allegiances. But they are a part of the stirrings of nationalism and independence, a reflection of the willingness to re-examine the status quo that is inevitably having its effect on the twin military blocs facing off in Europe: NATO and the Warsaw Pact countries...
Steaming Courtesans. Now 65 years old, Marini likes to call himself an Etruscan, after those sturdy people who flourished in his native Tuscany before the grandeur of Rome. His figures wear an antique patina. His bronzes are left pitted by their plaster casts or are particolored from carefully ladled-on corrosive dyes; his wooden statuary is daubed with earthy tints, oil paints clinging to the surfaces as in flaking frescoes. Even his lush-thighed Pomonas, named for the ancient Italian goddess of fruit trees, seem like the petrified victims of the last days of Pompeii. But as currently displayed...
Proud Papa. Johnson and Moyers understand each other, in part, because they have similar backgrounds. Both are Southwesterners to the core, though Moyers has taken on more of the East's special patina than has his boss. Both came from families that were far from well-off. Both made it on their...
...methods, Costantini limits each sculpture to an edition of three-one for the artist (who must approve it), one for himself (to sell when the price is right), one for Collector Peggy Guggenheim, an early benefactress of the project. Then he adds his finishing touches. To give a wizened patina to Picasso's sprightly nymphs and fauns, he dipped the little people in acid baths. Now their skins look aged and lived...
...parents fled Budapest, drifted about the Balkans, settled at last in Vienna. Young Alexander attended the famous Theresianum School ("much patina, titled schoolmates and scanty meals") and went on to complete his medical studies in 1932. In 1938, foreseeing a second World War, he fled to Rome, where he stubbornly detached himself from the organized world around him. He let his passport expire. He applied for no ration book. He buried himself at the Vatican Museum as a librarian, read nothing printed after the French Revolution. But one day he saw German shells demolish the weathercock on a fine...