Word: surrealist
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...artists had done their best. Surrealist Max Ernst contributed a waxy "translation" of Utah's Bryce Canyon. Jane Berlandina's abstractions of the Sierra peaks were appropriately lonely and cool, inappropriately pretty. David Fredenthal had taken a pack trip into the gouged, crumpled high country of Glacier National Park. Dong Kingman had made Grand Teton Mountain burst like a cloud-breathing dragon out of the plain, but the mile-deep solidity of its pine-covered ribs had escaped...
...exhibited a craftsmanlike beachscape that was the standout of a not-too-brilliant show of "New Generation" art in London. He took the occasion to blast at what was wrong with British painting. Said he: "In Britain everything is so foul and filthy that artists either go crazy, become surrealist or get into a rut. The clockwork morality of Britain that one feels on a bus, the inhumanity, the rigidity-it's a wonder that anyone paints at all." British art "is all just inspired sketching. That's what the people want. It's not considered gentlemanly...
Corpses & Clippings. The wave of dis illusioned Americans broke on a foreign shore that was wholly receptive to their discontent. In 1924, at the death of France's premier novelist, Anatole France, members of the new Surrealist movement had shown their antipathy to the old literary regime by issuing a raucous manifesto entitled Did You Ever Slap A Corpse? At the same time, followers of the deliberately infantile Dada movement were exhibiting "paintings" that showed a decisive break with the old tradition-being composed chiefly of newspaper clippings and shoelaces...
Magritte is 48, married, and has a pet Pomeranian, "Jacacki." He is a dapper dresser, paints on a time-clock daily schedule in a corner of his small, commonplace living room. Magritte considers Dali an excellent businessman ("he is rich") but has intense scorn for fellow Belgian surrealist Paul Delvaux, who paints luscious nudes picking roses in classic landscapes, with now & then a streetcar lurking about in the background (TIME, Dec. 30). Painter Delvaux, Magritte thinks, "has exploited surrealism as he would have exploited pork-butchery...
Never a prodigy, Andrew had gradually learned to hit off the look of what he saw without apparent effort. Now his technique has become as unobtrusively slick as that of Surrealist René Magritte (see above). And for an age when storytelling in paint is frowned on even by academicians, Andrew's pictures are suitably storyless. His sharply sunlit Afternoon (on exhibition with 17 other of his paintings at the Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts last week) looks as pleasant, and as posed, as a vacation snapshot...