Last week $50,000 worth of the best art of Brazil was on display in Buenos Aires' fashionable Calle Florida. The paintings were Candido Portinari's first showing since his return from Paris, and obviously he had come home with a paletteful of ideas. Gone was the eerie wind which had blown through his desolate landscapes, flattening figures to splashes of color enclosed in swift, sketchy lines. Instead, there were harshly patterned compositions with heavily outlined figures, thickly painted limbs that looked like kneaded dough, nubble-knuckled hands and feet.
Except for a gaunt, tormented Job,...
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