Abraham Manievich, native of Russia, resident of New York City, had finished painting. He stepped back, squinted, scowled. The canvas before him, good though it was, did not warm his esthetic zones. Several days later he was painting again on the same canvas, but on the other side. Pleased, he hummed to himselfnow he was getting that sober contentment which his art demanded. Sonn of the neighbors called him Queer Manievich; wiser friends spoke of him as Shrewd Manievich. Last week some of his two-sided paintings were exhibited at the Durand-Ruel galleries in...
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