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encircle the compositions, the flat pastel tints, the sinuous
                                                                                 lines.  There  are  aeroplanes  and  motor  cars  here  that
                                                                                  Pelleas  and  Melisande might have  flown in-the roar of
                                                                                 the exhausts was quite certainly orchestrated by Debussy.
                                                                                 And, amidst all this, it is amusing to note that the figures
                                                                                 are  like  the  little  wooden  personages  who  appear  in
                                                                                                                       f
                                                                                  Magritte's work-their gestures have the stif formality of
                                                                                  a vanished age.
                                                                                   Finally, a brusque return to the nineteen-sixties.  At the
                                                                                  WADDINGTON  GALLERY  is  a  one-man  show  by  Isaac
                                                                                  Witkin,  one  of the  young  lions  of the  New  Generation
                                                                                  show  at  the  Whitechapel  Gallery.  Since  then,  vVitkin
                                                                                  hasn't been over-exposed, like some of his rivals, and the
                                                                                  work  (which  has  developed  meanwhile)  looks  more im­
                                                                                  pressive because of it. At the ROWAN  GALLERY, two sculp­
                                                                                  tors follow one another.Just concluding is a show of work
                                                                                  by  Barry  Flanagan,  the  products  of an  original  and
                                                                                  rather disturbing sensibility.  Shapes in cloth over plaster
                                                                                  invite the touch, and then repel it-the shapes are like the
                                                                                  shapes  you  guess  at  when  moving  round  an  unfamiliar
                                                                                  room  in  total  darkness.  Cooler,  cleaner-consciously
                                                                                  elegant  indeed-are  a  series  of new  sculptures  in  fibre­
                                                                                  glass  by  Garth  Evans,  which  will  shortly  go  on  view.
                                                                                  Evans  is  a  very  accomplished  practitioner  in  the  New
                                                                                  Generation  idiom,  and,  it  seems to  me,  a  most intelligent
                                                                                  manipulator  of  form.  The  sculpture  called  Tilt,  for
                               Barry  Flanagan                                    instance, is at once softly vegetable and crisply machine­
                               Aaing j gni aa                                     made, a statement about not-quite-matching units and a
                               Cloth, plaster
                               60  X  36  in.                                     statement about nature.  Evans, like Philip King, has just
                               Rowan  Gallery                                     a hint of the romantic style,  and it seems to  me that his
                                                                                  work is all the better for it. Having been kindly but firmly
                                                                                  thrown through the window, poetry returns by the  back
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                                                                                  W. H. Auden by Sam  Walsh  (above)  and Pickman's Model, oil
                                                                                  and collage,  by  Adrian  Henri (left) two of the paintings in
                                                                                  the Liverpool  Academy  at the Walker  Art Gallery refe1·red to
                                                                                  in  Edward  Lucie-Smith's  Commentary in the August issue of
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