Word: tanguy
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Modern art was on the couch last week. A Viennese psychiatrist, Dr. Eva Henrich, had shown 30 pictures to a panel of 158 rank & file Viennese. Half the works were by modernist painters-Picasso, Max Ernst, Yves Tanguy, Enrico Donati and Joán Miró. The other half were by schizophrenic patients in mental hospitals. Asked to decide which were the outpourings of patients and which the works of artists, the panel scored a perfect zero. They were right half the time, wrong the other half-or no better than they might have been if they had closed their...
...Barn. Christened Katherine Sage about a half-century ago, Kay left Albany for Italy when she was only three. In the '20s she married and divorced an Italian prince, later learned with Poet Andre Breton and Painter Yves Tanguy to ride the surrealist tide. In 1939 she returned to the U.S., closely followed by Tanguy, to whom she was married a year later. Today the two artists live in a pale yellow farmhouse near Woodbury, Conn, and paint in the barn...
...Tanguy's half of the barn is as neat as an operating room. In it he does pictures of deserts strewn with bones, buttons, needles, nuggets, varicolored eggs and an occasional cactus-all impeccably painted. One such canvas hung in Manhattan's Museum of Modern Art last week. Its dramatic title, Mama, Papa Is Wounded!, bore no discernible relation to the objects represented...
...studio is as messy as Tanguy's is clean. "We both dislike terribly the idea of being a team of painters," she says. "For that reason we refuse to exhibit together and never look at each other's work until it's finished. Naturally, I admire his work more than anything, but I try very hard not to be influenced...
Whether or not influence could account for it, Mr. and Mrs. Tanguy did share a predilection for subdued colors, vast spaces and striking titles. One of the most impressive pictures in Kay's show was a wall as elaborately constructed as a Chinese puzzle. Festooned with torn cloths, it looked like a window-cleaner's dream of Radio City. Kay's title for it was Three Thousand Miles to the Point of Beginning...