It is a common thing to say about the late Fernand Léger that he was the artist of the machine age-but he was not entirely a man of his time. He knew poverty as a child, was gassed in World War I, had to flee before the invading Nazis in World War II. But there is little of death or destruction in his work, and if he ever knew despair, he never showed it. Léger so reveled in form and color that it was as if he had lived in a world without a single shadow or a moment of gloom....
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