Few modernist artists have tried to compete with nature. Most of them stick to simple subjects like barns, epicene nudes, apples and bunches of flowers, avoid such complex natural spectacles as sunsets, stampedes, beautiful women, the Grand Canyon. One crusty, white-bearded old U. S. artist who has been hot on nature's heels for more than 50 years is Manhattan's William Robinson Leigh. He has tracked old Mother Nature from East Africa to the U. S. Southwest, has painted more postcardy scenery than most men see in a lifetime. So chromolithographically faithful are Painter Leigh's canvases of jungles, deserts, wild animals...
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