Word: pencil
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...another portrait-a self-portrait-held special interest for the great and famous who had felt the stings and stabs of Topolski's pencil. How did the plump, 41-year-old artist see himself? In the portrait, Topolski pictured himself in a highly dramatic light, modestly or perhaps fearfully shielding his eyes from the glare. "I am," he explained to a critic, "an awed, mystified, laughing and crying member of the humanity that watches and participates in the spectacle of history, but is unable to direct it or reason...
...from his office went a memo: "Oscar Dystel, former editor of Coronet magazine, has been appointed managing editor of Collier's, vice [in place of] Joe Alex Morris, resigned . . ." When Joe Morris, who already had the bad news, saw the memo, he took a pencil, crossed out the word "resigned," and walked...
...sunny sidewalk outside a bookstore on Hollywood's North Vermont Avenue, a legless pencil peddler had set up his pitch. A pretty young woman knelt down beside him and began to ask him questions. Did he think Communists should be barred from jobs in vital U.S. industries? In a muddy Italian accent the peddler replied that he knew nothing about Communists, but he did know that he was paying too much for his $40-a-month room. Did he know who John L. Lewis was? That was easier. "Eez a boxer. A fighter...
...broad strokes of the brush would paint the portraits of all the early Presidents with this exception, and a few more strokes would answer for any member of their cabinets; but Jefferson could be painted only touch by touch, with a fine pencil, and the perfection of the likeness depended upon the shifting and uncertain flicker of its semi-transparent shadows...
Honore Daumier spent his days wandering about Paris like a man with nothing to do. He rode the horsecars, peeked into Parliament and sat twirling his thumbs through the drone and drama of courtroom trials. He was looking for pictures. But he never brought paper or pencil, because Daumier found it impossible to draw what he saw. Like a photographic film, his mind absorbed pictures, and at night he would develop those mental images in furious and funny lithographs composed with an actor's flair for gesture and a sculptor's knowledge of form...