Word: portrait
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...rally. Inspecting the high-domed Congreso a few days before the convention opened, imperious Evita acted as if she owned the place. She announced when she would speak, decided where she would sit. She had already proclaimed that she would furnish some of the convention props. Among them: a portrait of Argentina's Liberator José de San Martin, a crucifix, a vellum-bound copy of the Gospels, and most important, a chair of native pipiribi wood with President Perón's portrait, the Argentine shield, and the Peronista party emblem painted on its back...
Even that change did not satisfy Opposition Delegate Moises Lebensohn. In a bristling speech which Convention President Domingo A. Mercante did not try to stop, he denounced the plan to bring Perón's portrait into the chamber. "Neither in France, Great Britain nor the U.S. has it ever occurred to anybody to place a portrait of the chief of state in the halls of parliament," he shouted...
This week in Beverly Hills, the U.S. public got to see what had startled Motorist Lewenthal: a self-portrait by Vincent Van Gogh, one of the finest of the many he did, which had lain unknown for almost 60 years. It was a major find...
...restless night. He had been obsessed, he wrote his brother Theo, by a dream of painting himself by candlelight. He got up, lit a candle, put on his old green jacket and began to paint furiously; about three hours later he stopped, leaving the lower fourth of the portrait unpainted. Even unfinished, it was a work exploding with energy. Out of the dark haft of the body the bony head leaped like a candle flame; the face, green-eyed and red-lipped, glared with the fury of a fire-demon; and around it burned a halo of white heat, darkening...
This week, for a change, the portrait of Vincent hung in Lewenthal's Beverly Hills gallery, at the end of a long corridor, amid deep-red drapes, in candlelight subtly augmented by spotlights. The first night was an invitation show, intended for 500 closely screened art lovers, from Thomas Mann to Shirley Temple. For the next couple of days, anybody could look at it. Then it would go back to blaze in Mr. Goetz...