Word: subjection
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Many of us are still uncomfortable with the inclusion of photography in the realm of "art." The medium, for all its technical sophistication, is such a limited one. The finished product is pervaded by technology and by the physical properties of the subject itself. I enjoy Adams' work and respect his skill, but if I were he, I would prefer to have been known as a pianist...
Said Falmouth Selectman Eric Turkington: "There's some validity to what she says." To shed more light on the subject, another hearing will be held next week...
...unrevivable-as an exhibition of 54 paintings from 17th century Venice which opened two weeks ago at London's National Gallery abundantly shows. Organized by Art Historian Homan Potterton, and composed of paintings from British and Irish collections, it is the first show ever given to this subject in England. It makes a distinct contribution to art scholarship&-and, in an alternately dry and overripe way, provides real visual pleasure as well...
...Small wonder that so much of his work has seemed to move straight from printing press to college syllabus. Yet it has never been necessary to go to school to acquire a taste for Hawkes. At its best his writing is vividly accessible, and almost always disturbing. His recurrent subject is the eruption of some dark, violent passion into the turmoil of mental ife, and his prose strains not only to describe this event but to re-create it. Hawkes at peak intensity is the literary equivalent of delirium...
...passion that has increasingly dominated Hawkes' recent books (The Blood Oranges, Travesty) is sex; The Passion Artist, his eighth novel, dwells still more obsessively on this subject. The title begins in irony. Konrad Vost is neither passionate nor an artist but rather an epitome of timid rationality. Hawkes stresses his hero's stylized anonymity, his "small perfectly round gold-rimmed spectacles, his two ill-fitting suits of black serge, his black turtleneck shirts, his pointed shoes that were always worn at the heels and covered with a faint dusting of powdered concrete from the walls of unfinished buildings...