He lives in Mexico, but to judge from the pictures he paints, it might as well be the Mountains of the Moon. He calls his paintings Spatiales, Gyras, Tellurins, Erouns, Aerogyls and Cosmogones. They look it. Wolfgang Paalen, a shy, high-domed man of 37, an Austrian count, will have no truck with organized surrealism and abstractionism; they are too literary and cold for his taste.
Last week a show of his singular, science-inspired visualizations enlivened Manhattan's super-surrealistic Art-of-this-Century gallery. Executed in brilliant, Van Gogh-like splashes of color, they show objects (mostly humans) as they might look if broken down to their cellular...
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