Word: pinot
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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What cynics have long predicted finally came to pass: abstract art was on sale not by the painting but by the yard. In Munich's fashionable van de Loo Gallery, Italian Painter Pinot Gallizio, 57, did a booming business by snipping his 10-and 20-yard canvases into appropriate lengths. Customers were free to choose according to their needs and pocketbooks; "normal quality" sold for $25 per yd., "more profound quality" for $60 per yd. Leftovers went at a discount...
...Gallizio's drippings and crisscross calligraphy as good as or better than most abstractions. Said the art critic of Munich's Süddeutsche Zeitung: "After all, in the circus we have learned to discern fine artistry and great human values beneath a clown." Said irreverent Painter Pinot Gallizio, a former professor of chemistry and amateur archaeologist who turned painter only seven years ago: "Painting as such has reached the end of its road. From now on, the human eye will be perfectly satisfied by seeing any color or shape, provided the color is brilliant and the shape...
...chamber players sat before a massive-walled old building topped with a stone champagne glass. Through the open doors came the aroma of wine breathing through huge oaken casks. Ducking an occasional low-swooping swallow, the audience settled back near the twisting vines of the Pinot Noir grape for an afternoon of music and champagne. If the wine was only domestic, the music was great or rare: Beethoven, 18th century German Composer Johann Schobert, 76-year-old Italian Composer G. Francesco Malipiero...
There last week, as fast as they could fill their boat-shaped baskets with the honeycombs of tiny black Pinot grapes, the harvesters spilled them into mule-drawn carts. At Montrachet -whose wine, said Dumas, "ought to be drunk kneeling, with head bared"-around Beaune, at Meursault, Romanee-Conti, Vougeot and Gevrey-Chambertin-each hillside as famous in France as any of Napoleon's battlefields, it was the same. Off went the grapes, the best first, to be pressed in cellars at the foot of each small field. From the vats within these reeking temples of Bacchus rose...