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London  Commentary


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                                                                                     with  often  droll  effect.  People  will  recall  the  shock
                                                                                     when one of  Epstein's monumental carvings was taken
                                                                                     to  a  Blackpool  side-show;  now  the  side-show  be­
                                                                                     comes a  part  of the  Bond Street art scene-elaborate,
                                                                                     humorous.  satiric  comment  on  certain  aspects  of  our
                                                                                     life,  the  more striking  because the  materials  are  mass­
                                                                                     produced for function but here adapted with ingenious
                                                                                     if  sometimes  morbid  invention.
                                                                                      Paul  Dufau,  a  67  year old shepherd from south-west
                                                                                     France.  held  his  first  exhibition  ever  at  the  Grosvenor
                                                                                     Gallery.  Self-taught.  he  was  discovered  by  Fleur
                                                                                     Cowles, the American writer,  when she visited his farm
                                                                                     in 1963.  But she found not a naif, a primitive, but a man
                                                                                     who  had  studied  the  work  of  Braque,  Klee,  Picasso,
                                                                                     Dubuffet  and  others  in  a  private  collection  near  his
                                                                                     home.  His  art.  he  told  me  in  a  conversation,  was  de­
                                                                                     voted  to the celebration of  the  essence  of things  and,
                                                                                     looking  at these small  paintings in  which he  has used
                                                                                     varied techniques, one feels the attempt not to recreate

























                                                                                     nature  but  to  create  in  colour,  texture  and  proportion
                                                                                     a  man-made  artifact  that  will  work  in  harmony  with
                                                                                     the  natural  world  and  also  with  other  art  forms.  This
                                                                                     attempt  in  its  modest  sincerity  succeeds.
                                                                                      Showing at the O'Hana Gallery,  Ivor Weiss.  London­
                                                                                     born artist who has exhibited  and  worked  here  and  in
                                                                                     the  U.S.A.  bends  his  forms  of  objects  and  people  into
                                                                                     the  liquescent  contours  of  melting  candles,  an
                                                                                     imagery that recalls Soutine.  But the artist is too much
                                                                                     his  own  master  to  be  more  than  merely  similar  to
                                                                                     Soutine for  his  colour scheme is  individual  and  there
                                                                                     is  a  plastic  certainty  in  each  canvas  that  conveys  his
                                                                                     own impressive identity.
                                                                                      Post-Impressionists  Bonnard,  Vuillard  and  Sickert
                                                                                     have  long  enjoyed  in  this  country  a  respect  among
                                                                                     artists who never fight for a place on the band-wagon
                                                                                     but  are  content  to  follow  a tradition  of reflecting  life
                                                                                     in family interiors and familiar streets.  Bernard  Dunstan
                                                                                     is  the  English  intimiste  without  peer  and  in  his  small
                                                                                     panels  at  the  Roland,  Browse  and  Delbanco  Gallery
                                                                                     we  are  in  the  presence  of  glowing  tonal  poems  the
                                                                                     Nabis  would  have  warmed  to.
                                                                                      Another  admirer  of  Vuillard  is  the  Scottish  painter
                                                                                     Charles  McCall  whose  one-man  exhibition  opens  at
                                                                                     the F.B.A.  Galleries on 30th  March. In small dimensions
                                                                                     he  can  extract  from  a  daily  scene  such  as  a  woman
                                                                                     dressing  or  a  Kensington  back  street  arrangements  in
                                                                                     colour  and  tone  that  are  almost  freely  abstract  in  the
                                                                                     sense that the brush creates its own metaphors without
                                                                                     mirroring  reality.                           ■
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