The first one-man show in the United States of a Yugoslavian artist who has exhibited widely in Europe. The cityscapes, semi-abstracted a la School of Paris, are strictly for decoration and are acceptable here only because these are commercial galleries. Stanic’s portraits, however, have that subtle and caustic analysis one finds in the better works of van Dongen. While some smell sweetly of commissioned works, most of them are candid, if at times unflattering, and a couple come close to misanthropy. The appraising eye of the boulevardier, the full-lipped, frosted face of a doe-eyed girl, the speculative stare of the supersouphisticate, are treated with sensuality and satire.

—E. M. Polley