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...nothing affected about him; he was not playing a role. He was laconically and sometimes pugnaciously American. And he believed in the redeeming powers of craft: how making things well--no concessions, no shortcuts, with complete faith in the beauty and integrity of material (in his case, mostly wood)--gave a certain urgency and moral power to the object. He never seems to have had a slipshod moment. If you can imagine Jack Kerouac without the stupid sentimentality but with the assets of a truly fine craftsman, you might have had something like Westermann. But there was no other such...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: The Aesthete As Popeye | 8/13/2001 | See Source »

...that pressure. But lots of bad art has been made about intense, violently authentic experience. What made Westermann such a good artist was the combination of discipline and intense feeling. An image he returned to, often and each time differently, was the Death Ship, a simple block of carved wood, sometimes afloat on a green sea of dollar bills, with the tiny dorsal fins of sharks implacably circling it. Death Ship Runover by a '66 Lincoln Continental, 1966, refers not to World War II but to Vietnam, a war Westermann hated and opposed. The auto that has just run over...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: The Aesthete As Popeye | 8/13/2001 | See Source »

...This fascinating stockroom of imports from The Motherland is a browser?s joy. Baskets and bins filled with delightfully rustic wood and metal sculpture; jewelry; and cloth book jackets and bags are less than $30. Other ?art? is priced in hundreds of dollars...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: My Shopping Bag: A Harlem Stroll | 8/2/2001 | See Source »

...Across the street from the village chief's wood-frame house, however, in a little bar where two Vietnamese men sit drinking bottled Bia Lao beer, smoking A-daeng cigarettes and spitting onto the concrete floor, there is plenty of opium. Several foreigners are already in the back-room den, crashed out on dank mattresses having puffed their way through half a dozen pipes each. Sophie, a blond English girl in her 20s, insists the black-trousered O-man, as she calls the Vietnamese boy loading pipes, give her and her friends the best possible dope. "Make sure...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Pipe Dreams | 7/30/2001 | See Source »

...fourth generation on this island. She's a Confucianist, she says, and counts among her friends numerous Bugis and Buton people originally from Sulawesi. She lives now in the house she shared with her husband until he died a decade ago. It's big and sturdy, all faded wood except for the stone porch. She still grows pineapples and cassavas out back; she may be old but she has to work or she feels weak. Her husband, Ji Chiu, was first generation. He came to work the tin mines, a "sold piglet," as they were called, since they were sold...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Admiral's Isles | 7/20/2001 | See Source »

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