Word: portraitists
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Britain's Royal Academy had a new president. At 71, red-faced Sir Alfred Munnings, a rip-snorting conservative and painter of fine horseflesh, had resigned. Into his strait-laced boots last week stepped a 70-year-old Irish portraitist named Sir Gerald Kelly. As befitted a president of the huffy, stuffy R. A., Sir Gerald was on the conservative side too, but he expressed his views more gently than Sir Alfred had. To Sir Alfred, modern art was "damned nonsense" (TIME, May 9). Sir Gerald's judgment: "Some good, some bad and some indifferent, and some . . . danged...
Prize Packages. There were other passengers on Suzanne's plane, whose plans and hopes for the future were inevitably and inextricably intertwined with those of the earthbound: dapper, 67-year-old Bernard Boutet de Monvel, the famed portraitist son of an even more famed illustrator father (Filles et Garcons, Jeanne d'Arc); lovely Kate Kamen and her shrewd, spectacled husband Kay, the man responsible for bringing Mickey Mouse watches, stuffed Donald Ducks and other Disney-fathered creatures into millions of U.S. nurseries. There was dynamic young (30) Ginette Neveu who in 1947, according to one critic, stepped "practically...
...seventh child of a rich silk merchant, Van Dyck was an artist at 16, with his own studio and students. He did fine, for Antwerp rattled with commerce and bulged with gold; and its beefy, bearded burghers all wanted portraits of themselves and their wives. But the aristocratic little portraitist was far from satisfied with his own work. At 19 he got admittance to the artists' Guild of Saint Luke, and at 20 went back to school, at Rubens' feet...
Cole knew the wilderness well. His father was an Englishman who opened a wallpaper shop in the frontier town of Steubenville, Ohio, in 1820. An itinerant portraitist dropped in one day, kindly taught young Cole how to make paint brushes from pig bristles. Soon the boy was wandering from town to town, painting portraits. He lugged along a saddle he had accepted in payment for one job, but he had no horse. Resting on his saddle, in the forest between settlements, he learned to know landscape, and his landscapes later made a hit. In five years he had a Manhattan...
...little-known group portrait of Baritone Titta Ruffo, now 71, the late Tenor Enrico Caruso and the late Basso Feodor Chaliapin turned up in a spot where U.S. opera lovers could get a look at it-the lounge of Manhattan's Metropolitan Opera House. In 1912 fast-painting Portraitist Tade Styka had herded the three together, daubed away between impromptu arias, somehow managed to catch the highstrung trio in a portrait that all but played its own temperamental mood music...