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From:
GREENWICH VILLAGE ART CENTER
12 Washington Mews, N.Y.3
For information on this show 
call GRamercy 7-4939 mornings
1/28/44

Re:
Greenwich Village Art Center
NANCY FITZPATRICK
Oil paintings
February 7 to 20, 1944
Daily 1 to 6 except
Tuesdays, Fridays, Sundays 3 to 10

Nancy Fitzpatrick, or Nan Pat as she has been known for many years to simple collectors of little pictures, is a wisp of an old lady whose work is being exhibited from February 7 to 20 by the Greenwich Village Art Center at 12 Washington Mews, in the studio of Carl Chase. Miss Fitzpatrick, champion of old Greenwich Village, and of a rugged American from of the Primitive in the method of her art, is having this, her first on-man show, in her sixties, because of having won second prize at the open exhibit of the Art Center last spring in Greenwich House.
A Bostonian of French and "Irish gentry" forebears, "Miss Nancy" has been a light opera singer, a writer, a teacher of elocution. She lived in her childhood next door to the old Boston Museum and to run in and out of it on the assumption that it belonged to her as much as her front stoop did, or the park or her school. But although she has painted since the age of twelve, and has had encouragement right along in it, she "ran away from it over and over again" until she settled once and for all in The village a decade ago. Miss Nancy is a Window Sitter School painter, by inclination as much as by force of illness. She watches, thinks it over pictorially for days, and then paints either with the view from her window as model, or remembering it. (Some of her most living flower studies are memories held in her mind twenty years before being set on canvas.)
"The Old Provincetown Theatre", an oil which won her second prize and the award of a one-man show at the Art Center's exhibit last spring was done by this honest, refreshing Window Sitter method. She sat across from the old theatre, a former stable, in which Eugene O'Neill and many others of America's greatest playwrights first had their works played. Except for her little dog Peggy, she was alone,