The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 11, Issue 6 (September 1, 1936)
“Con Men of Canvas.”
“Con Men of Canvas.”
There were no impressionists to paint a mutton chop and a guitar inextricably interwoven with a nude ear and a lighthouse, and labelled “The Wreck of the Spanish Armada.” There were no Surrealists to throw an egg at a bun-hat and call it “Spring in a Pickle Factory,” or “Lady in Pink.” There were no confusionists or contortionists or other “con men” of canvas, and poor saps like you and me, who like their art “straight,” were able to study pictures without going through all the motions of a steeple-jack playing itchycoo. Ultra-modern art might be art or artichokes; nobody knows which——not even the artist.