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...order. Nor does he paint for a living. He lives first and paints afterward. His last trip was to Ireland. Consequently his recent exhibition at the Wildenstein galleries, Manhattan, was a collection of Irish crags, cliffs, inscrutable waves, symbolical shadows, all stark, bleak, sternly ecstatic. Some critics deplore Artist Kent's dearth of variety-"his gaunt monotonous forms are always inflexibly the same." All critics admire his virile compositions, his color effects. In his art they perceive that however repetitious his works, they are all like the man himself, boldly individualistic. Since he has no patience with the life...
...Were distant ancestors of President Coolidge named "Collins"? Were less-distant ancestors named "Colynge"? Sc, last week, Marc J. Rowe, heraldic artist, who traced the Coolidge family back for centuries. He added that "Coolidge" probably was not of Irish origin. Artist Rowe displayed in Washington a painting of the Coolidge coat of arms, a gold griffin on a green field, with the insignia "Virtute et Fide" (Virtue and Faith). The griffin, said Mr. Rowe, symbolizes watchfulness. It appears also in the coat of arms of J. P. Morgan...
...distinguished portrait in it. Clarence H. Mackay, President of the Postal Telegraph-Cable Co., decided Cardinal Hayes was fit subject for such a portrait, to be hung in the new Knights of Columbus club hotel, N. Y. And Sir John Lavery of London, thought Mr. Mackay, was a fit artist. Last week the commission was announced...
With these words, one Betty Honeyman of the Bronx, who has posed in many an artist's studio, in various stages of dress, broke into the news last week. She had posed for the first cigaret advertisement ever to appear in a U. S. publication showing a woman in the act of smoking...
...apparently impervious. He seems to be writing about actual friends of his, or people he would like to have for friends, with an inflection that first of all suits himself, however well it may also suit the public. When they call him a literary lackey he is artist enough not to mind. He snickers softly up his poplin cuff. The point has been missed, yet his work is good, it satisfies his Oriental sense of perfection and it sells enormously...