Word: scrolls
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...portrait of Lavoisier and His Wife was instructive. He rendered this savant, the discoverer of oxygen, in heroic terms, though muted by domesticity; like Homer or Dante, Lavoisier is seen with symbolic appurtenances (the magnificent still life of scientific instruments does duty for the bardic wreath and scroll), presided over by his wife as Muse. Yet Lavoisier was guillotined in the Terror, and the painting was kept from exhibition for political reasons...
...Roth confronting his middle-class American Jewish background in ways that have been judged, perhaps too hastily, as self-hateful and tasteless. Likewise, many blacks may find themselves both amused and offended by The Last Days of Louisiana Red, a combination circus freak show, detective story, Negro Dead Sea Scroll and improvised black-studies program...
Like an Oriental scroll painting that sees the light only when its owner wish es to enjoy it, K'ang-hsi's words and sentiments have hardly faded with the years. A man achingly alive to art and nature, he wrote of the exhilaration of fine horsemanship and of his prowess with the bow and fowling piece. He combined his travels and hunting with military exercises, forging a large, disciplined army of mounted archers that proved itself in the rebellion and civil wars that plagued the middle years of his reign...
...Rath place is distinguished only by boxes of geraniums set outside the second story bedroom windows, a gold bronzed door knocker the size of three fists of shaped like a gargoyle, and a wooden scroll with Welcome All Ye Who Enter etched in red, tacked upon the molding. Inside a chandelier, tear-shaped bits of glass strung together in the form of a globe, dangles in the hallway; the walls are bumpy, like just dried mud plaster, broken by an oil painting of a girl in a red equestrian's uniform astride an auburn thoroughbred in a forest. The living...
...PRODUCTION of Back to Methuselah at the Loeb Ex tonight is quiet, lulling and wonderful. Its strength derives from an evenness of tone, a beautiful monotony that strokes music out of the language. Listening through its hour is like drawing out an ancient scroll covered with wondrous inscriptions--there's order to it, some rising and falling, but the shape and texture of the paper never change: it transfixes...