By: Ingrid Schorr

In and out of love with MAXFIELD PARRISH

By: Ingrid Schorr

Your magnificent bitchface, your vaudeville enthusiasm…

By: Ingrid Schorr

THE HARLEM GLOBETROTTERS

By: Ingrid Schorr

Ian Dury’s “Clevor Trever” — “Got no right to make a clot — out of Trever.”

By: Ingrid Schorr

That is no St. Bernard, madam; that is a bear.

By: Ingrid Schorr

“I don’t like turgid, voluminous sentences.”

By: Ingrid Schorr

To think, to heal, and to write.

By: Ingrid Schorr

George Allen England’s DARKNESS AND DAWN — a recording

By: Ingrid Schorr

The body has two states: expansion and contraction.

By: Ingrid Schorr

She didn’t have to sing about crying into her beer.

By: Ingrid Schorr

“I am the king of the divan!”

By: Ingrid Schorr

A life marked by exalt­ed company and repeat­ed damage

By: Ingrid Schorr

Idealistic, dogged, and deeply influenced by the writings of Whitehead and Kant, ROBERT MOTHERWELL (1915-91) welcomed any opportunity to make visible his ethic, which, he wrote, was “my identity as a man.” Though his 1950 […]

By: Ingrid Schorr

According to DAWN POWELL (1897-1965), there was no trick to writing satire. You just describe people as they are, and add a motive. If you substitute vision for motive, then what you get is romance. […]

By: Ingrid Schorr

Those who question or resist PABLO PICASSO (1881-1973) are overthinking. No need. The man did all the thinking for you. He could have been an immensely appealing sentimental artist, but he forced himself to be […]