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Freckle-faced Joyce Treiman hurls herself at canvas with the intuitive abandon of an action painter, piling on pigment in swooshes and swirls. What emerges is not abstraction but a troubling glimpse of the individual caught up in what she calls "a singular, momentary event." Her figures (see opposite page) seemingly wear the tatterdemalion costumes of burlesque or the circus. Some seem to be mimes from a private dream world; others, characters in a far-out fairy tale...
...which is turning out many able young figurative artists (among others: John Paul Jones, Jane Wilson), Chicago-born Joyce Treiman (she rhymes it with Freeman) plunged into abstract expressionism six years ago but soon wearied of its "idealized anonymity." Suddenly, she says, she rediscovered "the particular human being, the singular gesture, the individual-not the hero." She started watching people, even hiring models to avoid painting cliche anatomy, sketching particular faces and gestures that, says she, "somehow find their way" into her pictures. But her figures in oils, including 22 paintings in a one-man show at Chicago...
TIME's Man of the Year has usually been as singular as the first one-1927's Charles A. Lindbergh. But there have been groups as well (the 15 top U.S. scientists in 1960), and anonymous symbols (the Hungarian Freedom Fighter and Korea's G.I. Joe). There have been Presidents (every President since F.D.R., who himself set a record as Man of the Year three times), allies (Churchill, Adenauer, De Gaulle), enemies (Hitler), villains (Stalin). There have been women too (Wallis Simpson, Queen Elizabeth). But there has never, until this year, been a Negro...
...SINGULAR MAN, by J. P. Donleavy. The author again mines the stuff that dreams are made of: this one about the richest, handsomest, most irresistible American-who is, of course, also an accomplished necrophiliac with great taste in tombs...
...SINGULAR MAN, by J. P. Donleavy. Graves, ghosts and cryptic portents of the Gothic novel, transposed in Joycean prose to contemporary Manhattan, funny even when deadly serious...