Art: Long Trail

In his early cowpunching days, before the turn of the century, Clayton S. ("C.S.") Price kept a sketchbook in his saddlebag and tried earnestly to draw what he saw around him. But the Price paintings on display in a Manhattan gallery last week bore little or no relation to his early sketches. C.S. Price, 75, had long ago given up "just painting pictures" to translate his own emotions into thick dull smears of paint.

At first glance some of his smearings looked cold and tasteless as mud pies, but a little longer study showed them to be full of feeling.

Price had come...

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