For many a year the Valentine Gallery on Manhattan's arty 57th Street has devoted itself to the more advanced of the socially acceptable left-wing artists. Because famed British Critic Paul Nash has referred to him as the successor to Matisse and Picasso; because he has been called a master of impressionistic line; because the people whom Hostess Elsa Maxwell invites to her parties have decided that he is "too, too divine,'' the chaste grey walls of the Valentine Gallery were last week given over to a one-man show of the later drawings...
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