In the last fortnight a chic, puckish young woman with bright black eyes and thick black bangs who practices several arts with ability and calls herself a "mime" (she pronounces it "meem") had a show of gouaches and drawings in Manhattan's Newhouse Galleries, gave her first Manhattan's theatre performances of the season and published her first book.* Pretty well shot by this triple demonstration was a ten-year-old, popular suspicion that Angna Enters is merely highbrow.
Taken either as independent creations or as spadework for her miming, her new paintings and drawings of archaic Greek and Oriental forms, Spanish bullfighters, imagined figures from...
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