In the galleries of Paris' National Museum of Modern Art, fleshy women of bronze, wood and marble stood, sat, crouched or kneltand each was as young and enticing as the one before. One or two seemed to be weeping, but most simply gazed serenely into space as if caught in the middle of some gentle reverie. Their creator, the late Aristide Maillol, had found one great theme for his art, the female nude, and he spent more than 40 years portraying its inexhaustible harmonies. Last week most of his women, each a study in...
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