Thomas Hart Benton’s personal loyalty to Jackson Pollock was humanism at its best.
Inevitably, the hyper enthusiasm over JP’s drunken drippings will reveal itself as the over-compensatory praise of guilt-ridden ex-Communists.
The Any-ism (nothing is everything) is the last (hopefully) ism in that fatuous spasm known as Modernism.
The more of Benton I see the more I relish his eloquent sanity.
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- Dr. Patrick D. Hazard
- I read, write, and roam from my villa in Weimar where I live with my Ossi Frau Hilly and my seven year old third son, Danny.
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