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Vermont House Painter Patsy (for Pasquale) Santo exhibited his first canvas in 1938 in hopes of getting a free ticket to the Rutland State Fair. He did not get the ticket, but his landscape, painted in oils from the local drugstore, won the art competition at the fair. Patsy bought himself some more paints and brushes and has been painting ever since...
Last week seven of Santo's oils were hanging in a Manhattan show of "Contemporary American Natural Painters " His pictures of Vermont hills and quiet snowy village streets are accurate in perspective and detail, subdued in color. But for all his near-professional realism, Santo still retains his fondness for simple storytelling subjects, e.g., Sunday Morning a woman and child walking up a snowy street toward a white steepled church or Sugaring, a farmer and his sledge in late-winter maple woods. "Maybe I do it a little different than other people," says Santo. "When I do a landscape...
Since Vermont's housepainting season is a short one, Santo finds plenty of time for his art. "All summer I paint houses to earn a living. All winter I hibernate and paint pictures to please myself. If I sell more pictures, I paint less houses." Santo manages to finish 12 to 15 canvases a year and has sold paintings to half a dozen museums, including Manhattan's Museum of Modern Art and the Whitney...
...Hornblower covers the period between Mr. Midshipman Hornblower (1950) and the high tides of action in Captain Horatio Hornblower (1939). It takes the young officer on a raiding expedition to the West Indies. A few days out, the captain goes mad, and has to be straitjacketed in quarters. Off Santo Domingo, the Renown runs aground as a Spanish fortress pounds her with red-hot cannonballs, but the "uncontrollable vigour" of young Hornblower saves the day. At his suggestion, a broadside fired at the fort jars the ship loose from the sucking sands; a night attack reduces the fort itself...
Soon, as the first robin raises Santo Domingo on the gladsome return to northern climes, the lichened Gothic structures that line the still leafless boulevards shed their study oaken shutters, much as a yearling copperhead sheds its skin...