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...curious to know why I fail." None of his human figures, he felt, captured what he saw. None could-for what he saw was the fleeting essence of man. It is no surprise that Jean-Paul Sartre celebrated him as the ideal existentialist artist. Somewhere be hind the plaster contours of his stick figures lay the truth of man's mortality. "I know," said Giacometti, "with absolute, unshakable certainty that I can never succeed in reproducing what I see, even if I live to be a thousand." At his death last week, of a heart attack, he was only...
...little bit at a time. And it is al ways changing. Try as I may, it never looks the same to me. So how can I finish?" He became the slave of his own changing perceptions. At times, in pursuit of a likeness, he carved the plaster until it disintegrated into dust between his fingers; at other times he focused only on a foot until it grew to monumental proportions...
...choler was the Viet Cong attack on two U.S. camps at Pleiku in February. Eight Americans died, 125 were wounded. "I've had enough of this," raged the President. Next day, scores of U.S. Navy jets roared beyond the 17th parallel for the first time to plaster "bloodless" military installations in North Viet Nam. In return, the Viet Cong blew up a U.S. enlisted men's billet in the port city of Qui Nhon. This time the U.S. and South Viet Nam replied with a joint 160-plane raid...
...galleries sit hamburgers the size of Volkswagens. Here is a comfy zebra-striped chair draped with a leopard coat marked by the gallery PLEASE DON'T SIT. And right there behind the gallerygoer is a plaster facsimile of a real person looking like a petrified floorwalker. Coke bottles protrude from the canvas; TV sets roar from the painted surface; neon lights glow like theater marquees. A plethora of real objects has been swept into art, and art has walked right out of the frame into the living room...
...Plaster Galore. George Segal, 41, makes ghosts in plaster with all the presence of living people. This is simply because he casts his figures directly from human models. Now at New York's Sidney Janis Gallery, his Costume Party differs from his previous work in its tinted surface. Two reclining silver figures masquerade as Antony (with Roman helmet and G.I. gunbelt) and Cleopatra (with painted Egyptian necklace). In aloof stances around them are a lumpy, black, helmeted "Pussy Galore-type," a red, catlike woman with a yellow-feathered mask, and a green-robed priest. They posture like demented inmates...