Art from the Outskirts

LeRoy Neiman brings his outlandishly colorful style to Circus 2001.

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His brush meshed with angels’ hair flies to canvas and begins to play harps. Line and color have no trajectory but the soul’s screaming at itself for a new childhood. He wishes it were like the old days before taxes and credit cars. Before buyers and sellers, there were spacemen in cellars where he use to play when he was little… little more than a wandering dreamer watching Sesame Street and reading Batman comics and planning his trapeze act. And So he paints - vivid and bursting skies of colors, funky jazz cats from his father’s record collections and scenes hi eyes never thought they’d see: tigers partying with purple people, buildings so grand he can and must add color, feelings so lucid that they see in rainbows because after all, his soul must breathe!

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