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...CLAWSON-Royal-Athena II, 1066 Madison Ave. at 80th St. Clawson mixes nerve with verve in wax-oil-and-casein commentaries on politics, crime, Mom and libido. Not a fig leaf in the show. Through...
MUSEUM OF MODERN ART-11 West 53rd St. Forty canvases, dating from 1940 to 1963, by Hans Hofmann, the panjandrum of abstract expressionists. Through Dec. 1. Also at the Modern Museum: Soft-focus sculpture of the rebel Italian, Medardo Rosso, who worked in wax and accused Rodin of snitching his ideas. In rejecting the notion that sculpture is petrified people, Rosso often gave his glowing waxworks a life that has outlived the subjects. Through...
...combine a strictly regulated minimum of decorum with yet a more than adequate hint of charm and personality undisclosed. The vivid colours, the high piled coiffures, on which many hours of preparation had been lavised, primping and setting each curly ringlet in place with preparations of rancid butter, wax and oil; the fantastic feathered headdress of the "magajiya" (leader of the female dancers), the throb and beat of the swirling paces, the glow of sweat, the shining eyes of enthusiasm, all combined in a vivid phantasmagoria of colour and of sheer physical, animal magnetism...
...nothing but a play of light," said Rosso, and to let it play, he used a material most sculptors would shudder at-wax. Rosso built up his figures in clay first, cast them in bronze, or in plaster which he then coated with warm translucent wax thick enough to let him lightly edit the original version. Increasingly he left his sculptures as mere impressions, with fewer and fewer fine details, submerging behind veils of light. In one of his last busts, Madame X, barely more than a lopsided oval of wax, Rosso nearly dismisses the tactile world entirely. The mystery...
Wrote Frost to Untermeyer: "Cast your eye back over my family's luck and perhaps you'll wonder if I haven't had pretty near enough?" But he stoically refused to make literary capital of his losses. "You shouldn't wax literary about what you've been through," he wrote in 1933. "It must be kept way down under the surface where the great griefs belong...