Evening star., 1939-05-28


vanishing day to 60 over the heroic
bust of Sioux Indian which had
been accepted, and found that one
OF the feathers on his magnificent
bonnet had been damaged. When
she complained she heard the di-
rector say, "Oh, it's a womans ex-
hibit,"
Miss Blundelrs
Far-Flung Clientele.
To London born and bred, Miss
Blundell studied there and in Paris
and has exhibited in noted galleries
throughout the world, one of her
graceful statuettes, THE Silent
Pool" finding its way to Tahiti,
where Robert Keable. author of that
best seller, Simon Called Peter"
had it set up in his garden and de-
clared it was an inspiration to him.
It's a nude figure of woman seated,
poised in listening attitude, gazing
into a pool. The artists grasp of
anatomy and expression-We judge
from the photographs beautifully
portrayed in this figure.
After spending an hour enjoying
her show at the Arts Club where
we found ourselves lingering longest
over the heads of little children
which were in bronze. plaster or
terra Gotta, we decided that the
artist was marvellous in depicting
those Intangible bits of humanity
which are seldom quiet. We asked
her how she did it. She says she
and the children always work to-
gether and she does no posing She
gives them some clay or plaster and
while she is modelling they usually
become absorbed in what they are
making and are not conscious that
they are the subject of her work
The head in bronze of Anton Hof-
mans little son was simply fascinat-
ing to a lover of children. Its naive,
almost cherubic expression was
captivating. In contract nearby was
a statuette, Singing st. Francis" :"
also in bronze with that rapturous
expression of hope and expected
fruition which one feels is a part of
the monk of Assist The pigeon at
rest in the bend of his arm COM
pletes the picture. One can imagine
the charm of a larger figure of the,
saint set in a small garden, sur
rounded with trees and shrubbery.
From the sublime-and just
another neighbor of the little boy
is Little Louise" the bronze head of
a aucy-looking little darky with a
'wropped' pigtail-one could we'll
imagine that rhythmic motion which
would be apart of the entire figure.
The busts of grownups in the show
we did not pay much attention to.
But we did not like the bust OF Anna
Roosevelt Dahl made some years
ago. Perhaps because we had never
seen her in an inanimate mood,
which is contrary to all Rooseveltian
philosophy.
Miss Blundell has a studio in New
York and is described as being con-
temporary but not modern" Mr..
Horace M. Kallen of the New York
School of Sociology describes her
work as evincing a restraint in mood
and pattern that set her in the
great tradition of sculpture, which
is contemporary in all ages and
modern in none.
Miss Poe's Gripping
Picture Show.
You still have until June to see
Miss Elisabeth Ellicott Poe's very
bizarre and unusually gripping ex-
hibit of water colors at the Phillips
Memorial Gallery-that intimate,
private, drawing ng-roomy gallery
which is so generously opened free
to the public. This one-man show
of a well-known newspaper woman
of Washington, who after the first
years of her public exhibitions has
never failed to create an audience
both lay and professional, and who
has exhibited and sold her pictures
in some of Americas best known
galleries, has a peculiar fascination
about it because as one WanderS
from picture to picture-they are
hung in two of the print rooms-he
weaves his own titles, and fancies
come and go in the most curious
manner and he tries to think where
he read something like the picture
calls to memory, or where he has
seen the very subject in life.
Loneliness Unbroken" must be
the spirit of Miss Poe's kinsman,
Edgar Allen, wandering in eternal
darkness, and Landmarks of Time"
and "Erosions" are problems for
the P. w. A. "Alone on a Wide,
Wide Sea" and "Whimsy'-J. M.
Barrie would have liked this one.
The titles the artist gives her pic
lures are a bit haunting with a bit