Word: manhattan
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Take Popcorn. At 61, Arp himself is as sharp as his work is bland. Born in Strasbourg, he has lived largely in Switzerland, Germany and France, was visiting Manhattan for the first time last week. A cultivated and witty talker, he seized on a bowl of popcorn to illustrate his working methods to reporters. "I begin with something like this," he explained, delicately selecting a kernel and gazing at it through tortoise-shell glasses. "I see just what expression it takes and develop that. Now this little bump here looks like a branch. Turn it around and we have...
...carvings were on exhibition in a Manhattan gallery this week, across the street from Josef Albers' two shows (see above). Like Albers, Arp chose never to "sully nature" with recognizable subject matter, but there the resemblance ended. While Albers' paintings looked like a number of things, Arp's sculptures looked like nothing at all-which was just the way Arp and his tight, bright circle of admirers wanted them. Albers' work was mathematically precise; Arp's cloudy figures were elaborately pointless: in all their polished bulges, holes, twists and suave concavities there was nothing...
...small brown unidentified parcel that the postman delivered to Manhattan's Metropolitan Museum was carelessly wrapped and uninsured. When the wrinkled wrappings were removed, museum officials stared in wonder. The face painted on the old, 11½ by 8⅜ in. wooden panel was familiar, but it had not been around for a long time...
This week Albers' emotionless abstractions went on exhibition in two Manhattan galleries at once. They were composed mostly of straight lines and right angles, thinly painted in pure colors. Coming at a time when many abstractionists content themselves with syrup, tar, mustard, muscle and a soup spoon, Albers' reticent craftsmanship was a welcome change of diet-thin, but digestible...
Dark-eyed Elena Nikolaidi, assured and lovely in a pale taffeta gown, stepped out on the stage of Manhattan's Town Hall, composed her hands and began to sing. Her voice, ranging from a mellow low contralto to a brilliant mezzo-soprano, glided through songs by Gluck, Haydn, Schubert, Rossini, Mahler, Ravel and De-Falla; the performance came to an end with the Sleep-Walking Scene from Verdi's Macbeth. The audience shuffled their programs to look at the name again. Thirtyish Elena Nikolaidi, making her U.S. debut and almost unknown outside Athens and Vienna, had achieved...