From a steamer in Manhattan harbor last week debarked a refugee French painter with his wife and two infant sons. He was André Masson, a short, red-faced surrealist whose wireworky portraits of dismembered fish and ectoplasmic corpses had won him a reputation in pre-war France as one of modern art's finest flowers. Said he: "It is now just about a full year that I have been traveling. I am a curiosity even to myself."; Many of Surrealist Masson's fellow artists were still in Europe, either could not or would not leave.
> In...
To continue reading:
or
Log-In