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...Bauhaus-type exercises Albers assigned to his students was the root of Rauschenberg's later practice: they had to find "interesting" discarded objects?anything from old tin cans to bicycle wheels to stones?and bring them into class as examples of accidental aesthetic form. Moreover, the stringent color exercises that Albers set would ultimately have a lot to do with the severe paintings Rauschenberg made between 1951 and '53: all-white and then all-black panels, the latter painted over a wrinkled mulch of newspaper, with no relationships of color. Twenty-five years ago, these pictures looked absurd; today they...
Though a satirist, Emett is a gentle one, with a high regard for human fallibilities and amenities, as well as for cats, birds, butterflies and flowers. What makes the Sussex Merlin all the more remarkable is that he can use a welding torch and glue. With tin, antique doorknobs, hip baths, umbrellas, bicycle parts, lamp shades, stained glass, saucepan lids, Victrola horns, ear trumpets, soup strainers, miles of wicker and wiring, he transforms cartoon fantasies into whispering, whistling, wheezing, whirring, gothic-kinetic machines that work, but mostly play. And mock...
...Alexander Calder, looking at 78 like a rumpled dugong in a red flannel shirt, belongs to a hallowed American type: the bike-shop genius, cousin to Henry Ford or Wilbur Wright. Except for the big commissions of the past 20 years, his sculpture is still mostly improvisation-tin-snips and pliers stuff, made in his studios in Connecticut and the south of France...
...explained that this wasn't a restaurant, only a cafe. But he took me down to a tiny store that sold a little bit of everything--groceries, hardware, newspapers, tobacco. [The kitten is now on my knee, and advancing.] I bought eagerly: tomatoes, bread, cheese, a small tin bucket of yogurt, and a spoon to eat it all with. I took my spoils back to the cafe. The proprietor greeted me joyously, spread a newspaper out on the grimy kitchen table and bade me sit and eat. Then, kindly, he left me to enjoy my meal in peace while...
...newpaper and a resort to numbers, as they jotted down the scores of various games for me. The train pulled into their station during a game of canasta, and they trooped off. Janev rushed back momentarily, to shake my hand and present me with a left-over tin of meat; and the conductor showed up to throw me out of first class, now that my escort was gone...