Jack B. Yeats, younger brother of the late great poet William Butler Yeats, is the silent dean of Irish painters. He generally refuses to discuss his art and, when pressed, retorts that his paintings speak for themselves. In a retrospective show in Manhattan last week, 36 of his canvases mutely testified to his long love of misty forms and lavish color.
As usual, the critics called his pictures strange. Yeats is used to this. In one rare burst of discussion of his work, he insisted on a distinction: "I never go in for strange pictures, although it sometimes happens that what is...
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