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Ironically, Picasso doesn't really nail painting until he starts using a lot less paint. As we move into his more well-known work of the Blue and Rose Periods, we find that the surfaces become far more controlled, flatter and less overtly "painterly." Only when Picasso retreats from the heavily textured impasto of his earlier canvases do we feel his work becoming more assured and less self-conscious. Somewhere along the way he realizes that he doesn't need to prove he's a painter by giving the viewer countless energetic strokes and layers of thick paint...
Williams, 28, who grew up in Queens, New York, wanted to be a painter. "That's what probably stimulated my interest in color now," he says. "I wanted to be Basquiat or Keith Haring." Hunter, 31, started his career as a photographer but decided to study film at California State University at Northridge after visiting a movie set when his brother, an aspiring actor, got a part in a small indie film. Hunter later dropped out, and says now, "I learned that I had to go out and hustle if I was going to make it, [that] I was going...
DIED. DORA MAAR, 89, Pablo Picasso's muse whose relationship with the painter inspired such works as Weeping Woman, 1937; in Paris...
Your art teachers think you a budding painter, though you shrug that off. That's O.K. But if you should become an artist, ignore the critics. Some precious few critics have an artist in them, but most are a desperate, shriveled lot who have found a way to touch art without making it. The half-nuts architect Roark in Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead is confronted by the critic who tried to destroy him. "Why don't you tell me what you think of me," says the critic. To which Roark responds, "I don't think...
...your typical Harvard man of the 1950s. A poor boy from a working-class community in San Diego, he applied only because a wise counselor suggested it. More than 40 years later, he still tells about the day the letter of admission arrived. My grandfather, a house painter, ran to the high school, letter in hand. My father opened it to find he would be spending the next four years in Cambridge. (He also found out later that my grandfather had steamed open the letter before taking it to school.) Going to Harvard shaped his life and opened many doors...