SOME painters have all the luck. They get paid for doing what tourists pay through the nose to do: seeing and remembering new things. Painter Robert Sivard, 40, has a blockful of Paris shops and people firmly on canvas as well as in memory; his pictures, which went on view this week at Manhattan's Midtown Gallery, are the sort any armchair tourist can enjoy.
The head-on directness of Sivard's paintings (opposite), their flatness and deliberately stiff drawing, result in a naive, pseudoprimitive air. But Sivard is no primitive, as his clear, soft colors, neat...
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