Word: colored
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...painter's form, the pigment is both concrete and extremely sensitive. De Stael could give a sheet of paint, applied with a wide palette knife, the receptivity and sheen of skin, inserting gradations of color so subtle that they have no hope of showing up in reproduction. In Nice, 1954, with the simplest means -- a few bars of awning-green and two shockingly vivid shapes, a red and a black, that may signify deck chairs or possibly buildings -- he could put you right in the middle of a Mediterranean summer. Still, the punch of the image, which would otherwise...
...star of this show is Agrigento, 1954. It is based on a Sicilian archaeological site De Stael visited, now defiled by condos and hotels but in those days a bare array of hills crowned with the vestiges of Greek temples. The picture might have degenerated into an orgy of color, with its tomato-red sky and purple patches. Instead the balance is so finely held between the colored cuts and triangles -- two orange, four lemon- yellow, three purple and so on -- that one sees how strong De Stael's formal constraints were, even when he had color turned...
...shows its descent from the noble directness of touch in Manet. And there is a vast appetite for the world in it. One could wish that this show had included a few more of the paintings De Stael did of soccer players -- heraldic yet energetic blocks of primary color, moving on the floodlit field of the Parc des Princes outside Paris -- for they are the summa of his love of the physical. "On grass that is either red or blue," he wrote to his friend the poet Rene Char, "there whirls a ton of muscle in complete disregard for self...
RYUICHI SAKAMOTO: BEAUTY (Virgin). "Does a rose lose its color in the rain?" Well, maybe the lyrics lose in the translation. The music, by a Japanese master of melodic anagrams, comes through with finesse and eerie command. Guest appearances by Brian Wilson and Robbie Robertson, among others, contribute to the congenial oddness...
Ringwald alone does not not impress. She has yet to go beyond the formula she found in the beginning of her career. She whines, she pouts, she looks tremulous and annoys. She--again--wears wacky clothes. The only thing that has changed is the color of her famous mop--it has gotten progressively more orange and progressively less flattering. Ringwald would be better off spending less time at the hairdresser and more time enrolled in a decent acting class...