One of the year's slickest shows opened in a Manhattan gallery last week. The paintings, by 62-year-old Tsuguharu Foujita, were as clear and dry as the Martinis served at the opening, though not so powerful.
On opening day, visitors slowly circled the room, later clustered in a corner to congratulate the artist, who favored each of them with a slight bow, a miniature smile, and a small, limp hand. The ring which he had once had tattooed on his finger was concealed by a wide gold band, his tattooed watch by one that told the right time. It was not easy to...
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