Brice’s nude male and female figures cleave to each other in a leafy setting or against rock and sea, and they make quite exciting viewing. His zestful drawing and painting of flesh is invigorating, and one notes his impatient way of leaving the pictures incomplete—yet they seem always to contain enough. The large crouching female figure is powerful in design, though the color is less lyrical than that of the others. His personal style of poetic understatement was, for this reviewer, best demonstrated in a landscape, Stream, done in tender greens and blues. (Alan, Feb. 14-Mar. 4.)—V.R.