I found the Brice exhibition [at the Alan Gallery] an especially gratifying one. This California artist has come a long way since he first appeared on the local scene a half-dozen or so years ago. Then one thought of him as Fanny Brice’s gifted son. Now he’s one of the most interesting of our younger painters. His recent oils, like the one in the Carnegie Institute’s international show in Pittsburgh last fall, have been fine large abstractions vaguely deriving from the forms of nature, melancholy in mood, mysteriously dark in palette, composed of shapes like the waves of sea. Now in his drawings we see that Brice is capable of delicate line melting into shadowy masses, of exquisite subtle modeling of flesh, of perceptive characterizations, of catching the human body in quick movement.