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...YEWESS is really two nations. Citizens of one prefer the Pink Pad; citizens of the other buy the Blue...
...engaged in calming his art, endowing it with a magisterial breadth of form and outline, a simplicity of hue and an archaic, pre-classical subject matter. His Nymph and Satyr, 1909, belongs much more to the world of Hesiod than to the Renaissance vision of antiquity. Three colors: pink for the skin, blue for the strip of lake and green for the fields and hills. Two figures: the nymph tripped and falling, the satyr reaching down to seize her. It is the most basic of schemes, but the subtleties of expression it discloses are almost inexhaustible: how the satyr...
...contemplation of his own works and the arid feedback one gets in so much art today is enormous. It is a matter of sensual wholeness. The blue of the Dance invades the painted room, drenching its space in an oceanic full ness of hue. In it, the hot pink of the chair back and table legs and vase glows with preternatural intensity. Color for Matisse was not a property of objects. It was the stuff of which they were made. And space itself was less a describable structure-which it was for Picasso or Braque-than a color-filled void...
...seems dismal now. That it is brown and dying; not the round, pink living thing it once would become; when pressed and bruised with kisses. It seems more desperate now. It's fullness never opens slightly, seducing the quietest breath of appreciation, or pain. It seems the dead, angry thing it is. The perpetual pout, not a sultry coyness, but the pout of dismissing the world...
...music is mostly mediocre. Some of it, like that of Isaac Hayes, who breathes out his lyrics like Holy Writ, is clumsy and pretentious. Rufus Thomas is the only one who really makes things work. He performs Funky Chicken, strutting smartly about the stage splendidly attired in shocking-pink cape with matching shirt and Bermuda shorts and white vinyl boots as if he will never come home to roost. It is a performance of ebullient self-parody, one that the kids in the stadium seem to enjoy...