Word: torsos
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...Jacob's Pillow, a rundown, 150-acre 18th century farmstead he had bought three years before. There each summer he honed the troupe with dancing all morning, farm chores all afternoon. "I wanted to see," he says, "if the American man in plain brown pants and a bare torso could speak profound things." He could. Since then, the Jacob's Pillow summer dance festival has become the most famed event of its kind in the U.S., and a prestigious summer school for promising young dancers (current enrollment: 66 girls, 14 boys...
...sparse selection of sculpture even less can be said; such is doubly sad since sculptors once provided the Festival's most exciting works. Of the twenty-odd pieces only John Bergschneider's Lucifer and Kahlil Gibran's Torso are particularly good although Eleanor Koplow's amusing ceramic of Miami Beach will be the chief crowd-pleaser. The only notable ink drawing is one by Alexander Robert McDonald, and there are no memorable woodcuts or lithographs...
...Torso, the artist paraphrases anatomy down to a mere presence, where its force is greater than in a slickly limned nude. In The Fountain, he portrays humid decay draping blunt forms that seem relics of a distant past. There is always agony in Sutherland's garden-or at least, as his biographer, Douglas Cooper, dryly admits, "little evidence ofgaiety...
GRAHAM SUTHERLAND-Rosenberg, 20 East 79th. There is nothing pastoral about Sutherland's nature: a praying mantis peers from a wicked void of scarlet, a skull dangles in a tapestry of leaves and blue sky, a snake sneaks up to a formal fountain, a torso flails agains: gravity. In his own words, Britain's topflight painter makes "emotional paraphrases of reality." They have never been more horrible or beautiful. Twenty-five recent oils. Through June...
...days later reinforcements killed his two henchmen a few miles away. But still no Sangre Negra. Back they went with dogs to search around the farmhouse. There he was, dead, in the jungle a thousand yards away, face down in a mudhole with bullet holes in his mouth and torso. Mortally wounded in the first fight, he had crawled into the brush...