Young Gorky

Manhattan is full of Italian waiters, German butchers, Irish millionaires and Russian artists. One of the Russians is Arshele Gorky, 23, who last week became an active member of the faculty of the Grand Central Art School. His cousin, Maxim, is now in Venice, treating a cardiac ailment and working on another book of those stories which, kindled from Anton Pavlovich Tchekov's great bonfire, have made his name burn like a sombre torch' across the world. Arshele Gorky admits the relationship. He himself paints still life. In his first newspaper interview he talked good sense:

"In Paris and in Germany, a painting done this year is exhibited this year. There are museums and exhibitions given over to the progress of the living, modern, growing art, but in America you ask 'How old is it?' or 'Do I know the name signed to it?' before it has a chance. . .

"Your Twachtman painted a waterfall that was a waterfall in any country, as Whistler's mother was anyone's mother. He caught the universal idea of art. Art is always universal. It is not New England or the South or New York. . . .

"Too many American artists paint portraits that are portraits of a New Yorker, but not of the human being."