Word: provincetowners
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...back door was Provincetown's harbor, with gulls wheeling and blue water glinting in the September sun. Within, on the white walls of the HCE Gallery* hung seven huge canvases that seemed to catch the seaside shimmer and give back a tranquil reflection of the dune bushes, the Cape Cod fish pier, the cool blue of the sea. They were the latest work of Painter Milton Avery, whose clear, thinly brushed colors, picturing simple scenes, have earned him, at 65. a quiet, spreading fame...
...draws for the New York Times Magazine. The couple set up housekeeping in Manhattan's Lincoln Square, but Avery's heart belonged to the country. In the summer the two, later accompanied by their daughter March, set up easels in such places as the Gaspe Peninsula, Provincetown, California, Mexico, Europe...
Over the years Avery clarified his colors, refined his images to near abstractions. "I always take something out of my pictures," he explains. The resulting discipline on occasions allows Avery to produce prodigiously. "He told me he thought he had exhausted all the Provincetown subjects," recalls Gallery Owner
Author Agnes Boulton begins her story in 1917, five years after the end of Long Day's Journey, when O'Neill's first one-acters were making him the symbol and idol of the Provincetown Players. If, after 40 years, Author Boulton's memory is correct and young Eugene Gladstone O'Neill did woo and win her with the lines she attributes to him, it is no wonder that much of the story reads like a parody of Victorian melodrama. O'Neill once explained that he had trained himself as a playwright by reading...
...becoming O'Neill's wife (as she did soon afterwards), Agnes automatically became his leading lady as well. Their joint act swung endlessly between tragical melodrama and slapstick farce, was happiest and steadiest whenever they left Greenwich Village behind and settled in Provincetown or New Jersey. Then O'Neill would shed the trembling toper and turn into the contented craftsman, in bed by 11 every night, at work sharp at 9 in the morning. He so hated to be interrupted in his work that he would hide in a closet when company came...