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Most Chapel Hill acquaintances have known only my student work (’64-’68) and the past year’s oil paintings of the University campus. I hope these drawings demonstrate a wider range of interests than that indicated by a limited knowledge of my work.
By L.S. GilliamSeptember 1976I live now like a deposed king, which is to say, with a slight air of once-proud nobility I cling to as I cling to the rags and tatters of my existence because it’s all I’ve got left.
By Norm MoserJuly 1976The book demands our perfection. It offers no defense of our present behavior and seems to say that survival is indeed possible without all this aggressive earthly grossness.
By Mike MathersMarch 1976If we are to build on earth a shelter that is a shrine to the infinite potential of humanity, we must come to terms with the roots of creativity, which is itself the art of building forms whose function reveals purpose.
By Gayle GarrisonMarch 1976His was certainly a transcendental joy, and it colors and suffuses nearly all he wrote. Critics traditionally responded to such spiritual ecstasy with doubt and the inability to comprehend: one has to be in a mystical set — on the way to illumination — before one can be illumined.
By Richard WilliamsFebruary 1976Jealous of the female art of creation, man conjured up the art of the mummified reflection, and so was born the Work of Art: a solid hunk of inanimate matter scratched and battered into a shape codifying his unique understandings.
By Rob BrezsnyJanuary 1976Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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