In a machine age, few artists have found inspiration in the machine. Some, seeing it only as cold and impersonal steel, portrayed it with stark realism; others, fearing it, blew it to pieces in abstracts and cubes. Russian-born Boris Artzybasheff brought the machine to life, endowed it with personality, sexand even ulcers.
This week Artzybasheff publishes his first book of drawings and paintings, As I See (Dodd, Mead; $7.50). With good-and ill-humored grotesqueries, he pokes at modern man's neuroses, pretensions and follies. But the hard core of his book is a gallery of his humanized turret lathes, planers and millers. Looking at...
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