ENTERTAINMENT
March 29, 1985 | WILLIAM WILSON
Long-time local Lee Musgrave presents a dozen of those landscape-cum-abstractions rendered in big pastel washes. In one aspect they are like the fluxing, self-admiring abstractions of Paul Jenkins; in another they are distant admirers of Oriental ink painting. They are not badly conceived and read OK from a distance (the further the better.) But in the end, they lack either the authority of Oriental strokes or the structure of Occidental painterliness.