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Dates: during 1940-1940
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...earthy, peaceable Iowan who manages to stir up many an artistic rumpus. His American Gothic (1930), portrait of a bleak, bald Iowa farmer and his tight-lipped daughter, at once became chief icon of the past decade's resurgent move to "paint American." His Daughters of Revolution (1932), three prim, grim, self-important matrons, scandalized the D. A. R. Lately Artist Wood has spent more time teaching and making lithographs than he has at his easel...
Last week Artist Wood's first big canvas in three years, Parson Weems' Fable, went on display at the Associated American Artists' Galleries in Manhattan. Like the usual Wood, its spongy trees are set in a smoothly stylized landscape. But it is also a deft period piece. Mason Locke Weems was an itinerant parson and book agent, pioneer in fictionized biography. Unauthenticated is his pious anecdote of young George Washington and the cherry tree. Artist Wood has the worthy parson drawing back a cherry-red, cherry-edged curtain to show a tiny, Stuart-faced Washington, complete with...
Never did Maurice Sterne paint so hard as when onetime Banker-Lawyer Edward Bruce decided to become a painter and asked to be taught. For three years Businessman Bruce shared Sterne's 41-room castle in Anticoli, Italy, painted methodically from dawn to dark, forced his sponsor to work similar hours. This regime made Edward Bruce an artist, nearly sent already famed Artist Sterne into a decline...
...recurrence of past benign climates), and he looks for no astronomical catastrophe to wipe the planet out of existence. It is true, he observed last week, that practically none of the placental mammals (of which man is one) has maintained itself as a species for more than two or three million years, and the average must be about half a million. Since Homo sapiens has already existed for some 50,000 years, he has 450,000 years to go if the average applies - "then either oblivion as we reach the end of a blind alley or progressive development into some...
...season has been nothing much to brag about. It has produced some very good entertainment, no good serious drama, much bad playwrighting. Last week the casualties were heavy. First, English Playwright J. B. Priestley went to the block for When We Are Married, a stale joke protracted into a three-act play. Next, Irish Playwright Paul Vincent Carroll, after distinguishing himself with Shadow and Substance and The White Steed, mounted the scaffold for Kindred, a turgid work neither poetic nor rational. Finally, U. S. Playwright Gustav Eckstein was garroted for Christmas Eve, a confused tale of family life featuring...