Word: portraited
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...that the weather is clear and warm; Tell me-it's true that Spring is here?" THIS old Russian poem, remembered in rough translation through the years since his childhood in Moscow, inspired Cover Artist Boris Chaliapin to create the background for this week's cover portrait of Soviet Poet Evgeny Evtushenko. And it was, in another sense, a search for the answer to the question "Is spring really there?" that prompted TIME to set out on a cover story about Russia's new generation...
...work. It is no trick to see that the man who did this painting was the same as the one who did the free-swinging Tree That Grows in Naples. The before-and-after paintings of Mark Tobey seem to have no such relationship: in his solid little early portrait, there is no hint of his future fixation with intangibles-with waves of energy, moving forces or reflections of light. But in between the portrait and his Rive Gauche is a painting called Voice of the Doll, which shows the ghostly figure of a soldier apparently clothed in scraps...
...Vincent's paintings live. "I want to paint portraits," he wrote during the last months of his life, "which will give the impression to people a hundred years from now of the subject himself appearing before them, then and there. Obviously I don't attempt to do it through photographic resemblances, but rather through our own passionate expressions..." The richness, the pervasive light, the bold and vigorous color, the thick spontaneous strokes--all give an extraordinary vibrance to Vincents' paintings. His portrait subjects seem alive before us, yes--but so do his rocks, his bed, his dirty shoes...
Newman, as the young dog who is putting on the cat, creates a memorable portrait of a phony. Begley is pluperfect as the sort of jolly old political Santa who wouldn't harm a flea-he's much too busy squashing people. But the picture belongs to Actress Page, who starred with Newman in the Broadway play. She swirls to the girls' room as if to a coronation, she cuddles her oxygen mask as a normal woman might cuddle a newborn babe, she dimples in maidenly dither at her gigolo's advances, she proceeds a moment...
With the industry of a researcher and the dedication of a disciple, Turnbull has apparently sought out every friend and enemy Fitzgerald ever had. Turnbull is neither stylist nor phrasemaker, but his - zealous reportage has produced a portrait that makes vividly comprehensible both Fitzgerald's failure as a man and his success as a writer...