Word: portrait
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...been an occasional, embarrassing mutiny among neutralist soldiers. During a recent Paris conference of the Laotian factions, Souvanna stood firm against unilateral concessions to the Reds. King Savang Vatthana got so vexed with the French for trying to pressure Souvanna into concessions that the monarch commissioned a new portrait in which his French decorations were conspicuously omitted...
...bent, meticulously rendering real objects in a bright, orderly manner. His first painting, Razor, done in 1922, was a heraldic crossing of a safety razor and a fountain pen below a matchbox, backed up by angular cubist meanderings. Another painting, 6 ft. by 6 ft., showed giant watchworks. Portrait detailed Murphy's foot and its inky imprint, three true thumbprints, and a prototype profile of "Caucasian...
...elevated a few newsroom temperatures to fever degree. "For a while," said Atlanta Constitution Managing Editor Bill Field, "it looked like the whole world was going to hell." And there were, of course, inevitable dislocations. The Denver Post, which had treated Recent Visitor Lyndon Johnson to a Page One portrait in color, decided to do the same for Barry Goldwater, and planned on having an appropriate banner headline. Only Barry's picture survived. The banner went to another sort of politician altogether: RUSS "RETIRE" KHRUSHCHEV...
...time may seem as archaic as buono fresco. One in three U.S. artists has already switched to the new medium.* The converts range from Romantic Realist Thomas Hart Benton to Pop's Andy Warhol, from Collagist Alfonso Ossorio to Boris Artzybasheff, who used synthetic paint on the portrait of Lady Bird Johnson that appeared on TIME's cover...
Despite an occasional stab of wit, Bergman's portrait of the artist as the victim of his fickle followers and corrupt critics, if it is funny at all, is heavy, testy humor. Teeth clenched, he wields the apparatus of slapstick boldly, but draws neither laughs nor blood because his northern variations on 8½ do not lend themselves to pie-in-the-face comedy. Even the most accomplished cinema stylist can scarcely hope, perhaps, to be the Fellini of the frost belt and a Scandinavian Sennett at the same time...