In a paneled lecture room at the University of Chicago one day last week, a pink-cheeked, wispy-haired little man mounted the raised platform, pushed his horn-rimmed glasses up on to his forehead and began to speak. He was not comfortable. "I do not feel at ease when I have to speak," said Painter Marc Chagall. "My language is the eye."
In ten days in Chicago, Marc Chagall, who ranks with Braque, Matisse and Picasso in the history of modern art, spoke (in French, through an interpreter) perhaps more about art and about himself than ever before. Invited by the Committee on Social...
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