<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:11:49.716-08:00</updated><category term='Japonisme'/><category term='Symbolism'/><category term='Italy'/><category term='Architecture'/><category term='Art Nouveau'/><category term='Pictorialism'/><category term='China'/><category term='Belgium'/><category term='Denmark'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Decorative Arts'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='France'/><category term='Film'/><category term='Switzerland'/><category term='Visual Perception'/><category term='Sweden'/><category term='Divisionism'/><category term='Germany'/><category term='Modern Art'/><category term='New Jersey'/><category term='Surrealism'/><category term='Freer Gallery'/><category term='Pandas'/><category term='Art Deco'/><category term='Japan'/><category term='Spain'/><category term='New England'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Graphic Arts'/><category term='Tonalism'/><category term='Brittany'/><category term='American Art'/><category term='Russia'/><category term='Literature'/><category term='Colette'/><category term='Pop Art'/><category term='Vienna'/><category term='Nabis'/><category term='Netherlands'/><category term='Painting'/><title type='text'>THE BLUE LANTERN</title><subtitle type='html'>Arts Journalism for the Love of It</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>685</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-8589977168130620795</id><published>2012-02-17T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T12:11:49.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Androgyne And The Magician</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_bzs5X0Z_o0/Tz57ZDu5qTI/AAAAAAAAOM0/hikNpeIHS70/s1600/AlexanderSeon+PortraitOfSarPeladan+1891+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_bzs5X0Z_o0/Tz57ZDu5qTI/AAAAAAAAOM0/hikNpeIHS70/s320/AlexanderSeon+PortraitOfSarPeladan+1891+.jpg" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Duality is an idea with a long history.&amp;nbsp; Its most enduring&amp;nbsp; symbol is an opposition between masculine and feminine,&amp;nbsp; yin and yang.&amp;nbsp; One way out of this unsteady binary state is through the figure of the androgyne, as in&amp;nbsp; the hero/ine of Virigina Woolf's&lt;i&gt; Orlando&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; (1925)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When Fernand Khnopff met Sar Josephin Peladan in 1885 the circumstances were as dramatic as the Frenchman could have invented.&amp;nbsp; Born Josephin Peladan, the magician of mysticism gave himself the honorary title of Sar, claiming it had been bestowed on his ancestors by a Babylonian king.&amp;nbsp; The two men found in each other a rapport based on their fascination with&amp;nbsp; androgyny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z4MQnyTxXk0/Tz1fv5uhdYI/AAAAAAAAOL8/uQ5jgy89LdY/s1600/1885,-La-Vice-Supreme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z4MQnyTxXk0/Tz1fv5uhdYI/AAAAAAAAOL8/uQ5jgy89LdY/s320/1885,-La-Vice-Supreme.jpg" width="155" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Peladan invited the young artist to make an illustration for&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Le Vice Supreme&lt;/i&gt;, his 1884 novel of an artist who creates "an angel, without sex, the synthesis of a young man and a young woman."&amp;nbsp; In the event, the result was not one of Khnopff's better works but it caused a sensation. Given that another Belgian artist Felicien Rops had illustrated the first edition it began an enduring enmity between the two artists. Eight years later, in 1893, Rops wrote in a letter to Armand Rassenfosse, "Knopff 9sic) no longer imitates the French; he has sunk up to his chin in the boots of the Englishman Burne-Jones."&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose Caron, an opera singer who had sat for the artist,&amp;nbsp; claimed that&amp;nbsp; Khnopff' had appropriated her face for his nude woman.&amp;nbsp; Khnopff was so upset at the charge that he confronted Caron,&amp;nbsp; ripping the original sketch and throwing it at her feet.&amp;nbsp; The press was thrilled to promote the scandal.&amp;nbsp; Predictably, Peladan's sequel &lt;i&gt;La Vertue Supreme&lt;/i&gt;, published in 1900, attracted little attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8L2r1Q8lXNE/Tz1hOJYJZAI/AAAAAAAAOMM/pJr0SInCZSo/s1600/fernandKhnopff+WithJosephinPeladan-frontipiece-for-Istsar+1888+WolfUeckerCollection-Lausanne.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8L2r1Q8lXNE/Tz1hOJYJZAI/AAAAAAAAOMM/pJr0SInCZSo/s320/fernandKhnopff+WithJosephinPeladan-frontipiece-for-Istsar+1888+WolfUeckerCollection-Lausanne.jpg" width="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Khnopff went on to illustrate Peladan's&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; Istar &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;Femmes Honnettes!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1888)&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; For &lt;i&gt;Istar&lt;/i&gt; he created a&amp;nbsp; truly sensational image of a woman in the throes of passion, her eyes closed (and not in psiritual contemplation) her head thrown back, while a&amp;nbsp; horrible phallic-looking plant writhes around her groin.&amp;nbsp; Whether her bondage is literal (hands tied behind her head?) or figurative hardly matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YUbpFrIw-iU/Tz1e-qaC6KI/AAAAAAAAOL0/Sz6629SQ9yg/s1600/FernandKhnopff+WithJosephinPeleadan-PallentesRadereMore+1888+Cheramy-Paris+frontispiece-forPeladan%27s-FemmesHonnetes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YUbpFrIw-iU/Tz1e-qaC6KI/AAAAAAAAOL0/Sz6629SQ9yg/s200/FernandKhnopff+WithJosephinPeleadan-PallentesRadereMore+1888+Cheramy-Paris+frontispiece-forPeladan%27s-FemmesHonnetes.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pallentes Radere Mores&lt;/i&gt;, roughly translated as "Immoral people turn pale under the lash of satire" was the frontispiece for &lt;i&gt;Femmes Honnettes!&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;i&gt;Honest Women!&lt;/i&gt;).&amp;nbsp; The motto was taken from a satire by Persius &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(34-62 CE)&lt;/span&gt;, a Roman poet who work became popular during the Middle Ages.&amp;nbsp; The hands of the well-dressed woman reaching toward the toothsome nude suggest a world of dissimulation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PbFyOtpd52c/Tz53V-u6OBI/AAAAAAAAOMs/0Lh91HIyelU/s1600/FernandKhnopff+LeRefletBleu+1911+private-collection+Brussels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="193" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PbFyOtpd52c/Tz53V-u6OBI/AAAAAAAAOMs/0Lh91HIyelU/s200/FernandKhnopff+LeRefletBleu+1911+private-collection+Brussels.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Years later, Khnopff&amp;nbsp; told journalist Helene Laiilet,&amp;nbsp; "Art is not a necessity."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A sentiment that fits uneasily with Peladan's plan for a priestly class of artists&amp;nbsp; whose work would promote spiritual evolution.&amp;nbsp; Eventually the reticent&amp;nbsp; Khnopff moved away from the garish Peladan.&amp;nbsp; In the meantime, Peladan incorporated&lt;i&gt; L'Asssociation de l'Ordre de la Rose Croix du Temple et du Graal&lt;/i&gt; in 1888 with its telltale reference to&amp;nbsp; medieval times.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Erik Satie became music director for the group and in the two years &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1890-1892)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;before he broke with Peladan, Satie composed his most innovative music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5B9d-1wV0I/Tz6vNHTNvSI/AAAAAAAAONE/gI039Pl0uic/s1600/CarlosSchwabe+PosterForTheFirstSalonRose+Croix+march1892+MOMA-NYC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5B9d-1wV0I/Tz6vNHTNvSI/AAAAAAAAONE/gI039Pl0uic/s320/CarlosSchwabe+PosterForTheFirstSalonRose+Croix+march1892+MOMA-NYC.jpg" width="139" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Salon Rose-Croix, exhibited annually&amp;nbsp; from 1892 to 1897 in Paris,&amp;nbsp; to a large audience, lured&amp;nbsp; by Peladan's notoriety, although the artists who participated were hardly a shabby group, including Edmond Aman-Jean,&amp;nbsp; Eugene Grasset, Carlos Schwabe,, and Jan Toorop. &amp;nbsp; At the first Salon in March, 1892, Khnopff's &lt;i&gt;I Lock My Door Upon Myself&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; captured&amp;nbsp; public attention.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; “My mind beats for no one; I live in myselffor myself. I feel with my mind.&amp;nbsp; Ibreathe with my brain, I see with my mind, I die of impatience andlonging.&amp;nbsp; No one here can sate my wishesor soften my lack and I have forgotten how to cry.&amp;nbsp; I am alone, I rest and can wait.”&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;– from &lt;i&gt;Seraphitus Seraphita &lt;/i&gt;by Honore deBalzac, &amp;nbsp;1834.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3qtCR3h64VU/Tz1i_6MFoKI/AAAAAAAAOMU/YHe2OnciwQM/s1600/1310220-Fernand_Khnopff_I_lock_my_door_upon_myself.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3qtCR3h64VU/Tz1i_6MFoKI/AAAAAAAAOMU/YHe2OnciwQM/s400/1310220-Fernand_Khnopff_I_lock_my_door_upon_myself.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Khnopff used titles for some of his pictures from&amp;nbsp; poems by Christina Rossetti and because he used red-haired models, it is easy to see a pre-Raphaelite bent.&amp;nbsp; But &lt;i&gt;I Lock My Door Upon Myself &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;Who Shall Deliver Me &lt;/i&gt;are veritable catalogs of the artist's personal imagery.&amp;nbsp; The locked room contains many possible exits.&amp;nbsp; The window at right opens onto a scene of Bruges, the corridor behind the woman looks like the ones in early Flemish primitive paintings, and the table she leans on has been likened to a coffin.&amp;nbsp; A circular mirror reflecting a vaporous scene, a bust of Hypnos that Khnopff had recently seen on his first visit to the British Museum, a faded poppy and arum lilies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_IWwf8bRiW8/Tz5-T_jYDKI/AAAAAAAAOM8/1Gnrxv-pTRk/s1600/FernandKhnopff+ArumLily+LilyMauqet+1895+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_IWwf8bRiW8/Tz5-T_jYDKI/AAAAAAAAOM8/1Gnrxv-pTRk/s320/FernandKhnopff+ArumLily+LilyMauqet+1895+.jpg" width="199" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Khnopff's art is a demonstration of hise neo-Platonic belief that all natural things have a correspondence&amp;nbsp; with a deeper truth behind the image.&amp;nbsp; Khnopff used &amp;nbsp;the arum lily as this emblem for androgyny.&amp;nbsp; The flower belongs to the gynadnric class of plants, having both male and female characteristics which makes it an apt floral symbol for the ideal.&lt;br /&gt;In&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; Arum Lily&lt;/i&gt;, the model is Lily Maquet, one of three daughters of a Glasgow architect living in Brussels. who posed for the artist.&amp;nbsp; She wears the armor-like white dress, and seems trapped between the lily and the curtain that separates her from past, represented by an antique column.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XAiOYgzxxFI/Tz508PPbycI/AAAAAAAAOMc/5ZSKJPeM1zY/s1600/FernandKhnopff+AtTheSeaside+1890+CollectionMmmePaulPhilippson+Belgium.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XAiOYgzxxFI/Tz508PPbycI/AAAAAAAAOMc/5ZSKJPeM1zY/s400/FernandKhnopff+AtTheSeaside+1890+CollectionMmmePaulPhilippson+Belgium.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Khnopff has created a type of ideal woman.&amp;nbsp; Are they really women?&amp;nbsp; Are they not rather imaginary feminites?&amp;nbsp; They partake at the same time of the Idol,of&amp;nbsp; the Chimera, and of the Sphinx and of the Saint.&amp;nbsp; They are rather plastic androgynes, subtle symbols, conceived according to an abstract idea and rendered visible." - Jean Delvillle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else that Khnopff told Helen Laillet in their interview which appeared in &lt;i&gt;Studio International&lt;/i&gt; for December, 1912: "The expression of the mouth is the truest, there it is impossible to dissimulate."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You can peel this statement like an onion.&amp;nbsp; It goes against the common wisdom that the eyes are the window of the spirit,&amp;nbsp; through which we most fully experience another person. with&amp;nbsp; Khnopff's opaque or averted glances. Its suggests dissatisfaction with what he saw there and, as a corollary, the goal of dissimulation and concealment.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And the mouth can be greedy or cruel.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When I look &lt;i&gt;By The Seaside&lt;/i&gt; or many of Khnopff's pcitures, I'm reminded again of Norma Winstone's lyric &lt;i&gt;A Timeless Place&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The summer sky I saw reflected in the colour of your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;but somehow I could never peel away the layers of disguise.&lt;br /&gt;I'm drowning now, I'm slowly sinking in a sea of blue and green&lt;br /&gt;Where what you are is never seen.&amp;nbsp; How can anybody know you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Thank you to &lt;a href="http://www.adventuresintheprinttrade.blogspot.com/"&gt;Neil Philip&lt;/a&gt; for his help with the Latin and with Roman literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Images:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. Alexander Seon - Portrait Of Josephin Peladan, 1891, Musee des Beaux-Arts, Lyon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. Fernand Khnopff - Le Vice Supreme, frontispiece 1885.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. Fernand Khnopff - With Josephin Peladan, Istar, 1888, Wolf Uecker Collection, Lausanne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. Fernand Khnopff - With Josephin Peladan.&amp;nbsp; Pallentes Radere Mores, 1888, Cheramy et cie, Paris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. Fernand Khnopff - Le reflet bleu (Blue Reflection), 1911,&amp;nbsp; private collection, Brussels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6. Carlos Schwabe - poster for the&amp;nbsp; Salon Rose+Croix, March&amp;nbsp; 1892, Museum of Modern Art, NYC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7. Fernand Khnopff - I Lock my Door Upon Myself, 1891, Neue Pinakothek, Munich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;8. Fernand Khnopff - Arum Lily, modeled by Lily Maquet, 1895&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;9. Fernand Khnopff - At the Seaside, 1890, Mme Paul Philipsson, Brussels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-8589977168130620795?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/8589977168130620795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=8589977168130620795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/8589977168130620795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/8589977168130620795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2012/02/androgyne-and-magician.html' title='The Androgyne And The Magician'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_bzs5X0Z_o0/Tz57ZDu5qTI/AAAAAAAAOM0/hikNpeIHS70/s72-c/AlexanderSeon+PortraitOfSarPeladan+1891+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-6599954164006997155</id><published>2012-02-13T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T06:59:38.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"My Dream Will Become Your Reality"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KkmDfAEwP_k/TzVoIU-mqhI/AAAAAAAAOKM/1DcpegGfZu4/s1600/1896+Fernand+Khnopff,+L%27Art+ou+le+Sphinx+ou+les+Caresses+%27Art+or+the+Sphinx+or+Caresses+1896+RMFA+Brussels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="128" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KkmDfAEwP_k/TzVoIU-mqhI/AAAAAAAAOKM/1DcpegGfZu4/s400/1896+Fernand+Khnopff,+L%27Art+ou+le+Sphinx+ou+les+Caresses+%27Art+or+the+Sphinx+or+Caresses+1896+RMFA+Brussels.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ..there can be no doubt that the guardians of the sun gate were put there in answer to the question, 'Why do the dead return not?'&amp;nbsp; The beasts fawn on all who enter, but rend all who would pass thence again." - William Lethaby, from &lt;i&gt;Architecture, Mysticism, and Myth, London, Percival &amp;amp; Co&lt;/i&gt;.: 1892&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After more than a century&lt;i&gt; Caresses &lt;/i&gt;still startles, even without the&amp;nbsp; frisson of knowing that&amp;nbsp; the face of&amp;nbsp; the woman/leopard is modeled after the artist's sister.&amp;nbsp; The androgyne&amp;nbsp; has been&amp;nbsp; an ideal at least since Plato's &lt;i&gt;Symposium &lt;/i&gt;where the brother-sister relationship seemed to offer a way out of the conflicts of sexuality. Closer to Khnopff's time, the theme reappeared in the writings of Emmanuel Swedenborg as a morality that might encompass perverse urges.&amp;nbsp; And in French literature the place of honor that&amp;nbsp; Shakespeare's &lt;i&gt;Hamle&lt;/i&gt;t holds in English belongs to Racine's &lt;i&gt;Phaedre&lt;/i&gt;, a play about incest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-itQS_Sh3WXc/Tzkw7_fCF8I/AAAAAAAAOLU/CTd22gVvxM4/s1600/FernandKhnopff+AMask+1897+Kunsthalle+Hamburg-Germany.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="146" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-itQS_Sh3WXc/Tzkw7_fCF8I/AAAAAAAAOLU/CTd22gVvxM4/s200/FernandKhnopff+AMask+1897+Kunsthalle+Hamburg-Germany.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When Khnopff was questioned about his intentions for the picture&amp;nbsp; he replied that the image is a lot less mystical than people think; that it is a completely contemporary allegory. It may be an allegory on the choice between power and pleasure embodied in a sphinx and an androgyne&amp;nbsp; but its imagery draws on the myth of Oedipus and the Sphinx, a popular subject with 19th century painters, notably Gustave Moreau. &amp;nbsp; The leopard symbolized exquisite delight in the Middle Ages, but Khnopff intended a cheetah, the animal closest to the snake.&amp;nbsp; He used the body of a leopard for plastic reasons, he explained.&amp;nbsp; The red desert and the two ruined columns suggest that the two sexes&amp;nbsp; are exiled in some stark burning infinity.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PDKaUUy5ufs/TzgFyl9mPYI/AAAAAAAAOKk/OfCNmdzbAA0/s1600/FernandKhnopff+Icarus+MaitrePoirier-Brussels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PDKaUUy5ufs/TzgFyl9mPYI/AAAAAAAAOKk/OfCNmdzbAA0/s200/FernandKhnopff+Icarus+MaitrePoirier-Brussels.jpg" width="170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Like Moreau, who created hybrid forms not found in nature, Fernand Khnopff's forms were emblematic, but he used readily available symbols&amp;nbsp; such as circles, mirrors, flowers, animals.&amp;nbsp; The blue wings and the closed eyes of Khnopff's &lt;i&gt;Icarus&lt;/i&gt; are the stuff of sleep and dreams.&amp;nbsp; His sleeping&lt;i&gt; Medusa&lt;/i&gt; is also an intensely personal revision of a well known mythological character. When Khnopff told the Italian journalist Marghareta Sarfatti that Hypnos "is the only deity I recognize" he acknowledged the centrality of dreams in his imagery.&amp;nbsp; And always, although not acknowledged, that gorgeous Memling blue that he knew from childhood in Bruges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jEePBix8qto/Tzksc-9-nuI/AAAAAAAAOK0/_JicK1utv8k/s1600/FernandKhnopff+Medusa+1896+private-collection+Belgium.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jEePBix8qto/Tzksc-9-nuI/AAAAAAAAOK0/_JicK1utv8k/s320/FernandKhnopff+Medusa+1896+private-collection+Belgium.jpg" width="112" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Behind appearance is a reality which appearance expresses but can never fully disclose.&amp;nbsp; Beauty is a sort of symbolic disclosure.&amp;nbsp; It is the invisible made visible through expressions, the revealing 'garment' of the invisible and kin to our natures." - Theodore Jouffrey, from a lecture to the Royal Acaemdy of Art, 1842.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What&amp;nbsp; strangeness lies behind this voluntary solitude, immobile yet attentive - to what thoughts?&amp;nbsp; The Symbolist belief that silence is necessary for spiritual revelation has links to many religious and occult practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5EtJNpkTErE/Tzkt6FBAPhI/AAAAAAAAOLE/bp_wPP_iq3Y/s1600/FernandKhnopff+TheGoldenTiara+1909+private-collection+London.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5EtJNpkTErE/Tzkt6FBAPhI/AAAAAAAAOLE/bp_wPP_iq3Y/s200/FernandKhnopff+TheGoldenTiara+1909+private-collection+London.jpg" width="199" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"In the most remote antiquity, ornamentswere emblems.&amp;nbsp; The jewels which adorned the men and women bore the imprintof a profound sentiment, or better, contained an illusion to some religiousidea...were less real representations than the forms of writing, thought madesensible." - Charles Blanc, from &lt;i&gt;Grammaire des &lt;/i&gt;A&lt;i&gt;rts decoratifs&lt;/i&gt;in &lt;i&gt;Gazette des Beaux-Arts&lt;/i&gt;, Paris, H. Laurens: 1876&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; "...to distinguish between the invisible and the hidden.&amp;nbsp; For example, a letter in an envelope is visibly hidden, but not invisible." - Fernand Khnopff &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;   &lt;m:dispdef&gt;   &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;   &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;   &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;   &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;   &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;   &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;  &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt;&lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;&lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3fZYN_9-0VU/TzgDA9dPspI/AAAAAAAAOKc/mkPuvBadw-A/s1600/Khnopff_-_Portrait_de_Marguerite_sa_soeur.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3fZYN_9-0VU/TzgDA9dPspI/AAAAAAAAOKc/mkPuvBadw-A/s320/Khnopff_-_Portrait_de_Marguerite_sa_soeur.jpg" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encadrement, or framing, was very important to Khnopff.&amp;nbsp; From the French,&amp;nbsp; the word carries the dual meaning of both framing and encircling.&amp;nbsp; In&amp;nbsp; the novel&lt;i&gt; Against Nature &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1884),&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; J.-K.Huysmanns &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;asserted that the artist is one who remains outside time.&amp;nbsp; The multiple framing devices in &lt;i&gt;Portrait of Marguerite Khnopff&lt;/i&gt; distance the viewer&lt;i&gt;, so&lt;/i&gt; does Margeurite's averted glance.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;The white dress&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;and the long gloves are a kind of armor&lt;i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;One arm&amp;nbsp; is locked by the other in a&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;hidden gesture.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;The door behind her is closed&lt;i&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;an emblem of the&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;space that separates the viewer (and the artist)&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;from her.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;There are markings that suggest hieroglyphics&amp;nbsp; on the hanging that drapes the door&lt;i&gt;,&lt;/i&gt; but we cannot decipher them.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DaQaR-FbjvY/TzkvlGm7zQI/AAAAAAAAOLM/n2iHc-UOpmI/s1600/FernandKhnopff+BrownEyesAndABlueFlower+1905+MuseumOfFineArts+Ghent-Belgium.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DaQaR-FbjvY/TzkvlGm7zQI/AAAAAAAAOLM/n2iHc-UOpmI/s320/FernandKhnopff+BrownEyesAndABlueFlower+1905+MuseumOfFineArts+Ghent-Belgium.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The golden circle was Khnopff's mandala.&amp;nbsp; The circle is usually positive, symbolizing unity, perfection, and&amp;nbsp; sacred form in&amp;nbsp; geometry.&amp;nbsp; The Latin word for gold - &lt;i&gt;aurum&lt;/i&gt; - is similar to the Hebrew word for light - &lt;i&gt;aor&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Khnopff often used the tondo, a round form from the Italian Renaissance.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I suspect that his interest was specific enough that he would have known that its earliest instance was Burgundian and, thus, associated with Bruges, once seat of the Burgundian court.&amp;nbsp; But there are more ambiguous interpretations of the circle and the erudite Khnopff was likely aware of them as they were common currency in his time.&amp;nbsp; In his play &lt;i&gt;The Birds (c. 414 BCE),&lt;/i&gt; Aristophanes claimed that each of us begins as a circle, without arms or legs.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Medeival alchemists contended that the first sphere was a skull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zt-LL41D2Vk/TzUszdjyHCI/AAAAAAAAOJ8/k96r_45ccZU/s1600/With_Gregoire_Le_Roy__My_Heart_cries_for_the_Past.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zt-LL41D2Vk/TzUszdjyHCI/AAAAAAAAOJ8/k96r_45ccZU/s320/With_Gregoire_Le_Roy__My_Heart_cries_for_the_Past.jpg" width="178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A mirror image has commonly symbolized art because both are mimetic, representing the sensible world.&amp;nbsp; In light of Khnopff's neo-Platonic belief that human passions are elevated through&amp;nbsp; their abstract expression, it may be that in &lt;i&gt;With Gregoire Leroy. My Heart Cries For Other Times&lt;/i&gt; the artist intends us to question whether the reflection is an illusion or an emblem of the soul.&amp;nbsp; There is more to this image than narcissism just as there is more to contemplating the past than nostalgia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We are merely the stars’tennysballs, struck and bandied which way please them.” – from &lt;i&gt;The Duchess ofMalfi&lt;/i&gt; by John Webster, &amp;nbsp;c. 1613.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYRzQ4--aeU/TzgTlCLMTXI/AAAAAAAAOKs/4Y7OcUC8NAo/s1600/27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYRzQ4--aeU/TzgTlCLMTXI/AAAAAAAAOKs/4Y7OcUC8NAo/s320/27.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time he completed &lt;i&gt;Memories&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; at the age of thirty-one, Fernand Khnopff was the most famous artist in Belgium and had an international reputation.&amp;nbsp; He used photographs of Marguerite in&amp;nbsp; making the picture.&amp;nbsp; Through the powdery medium of pastels he created a timeless place, without shadows.&amp;nbsp; I think of this picture as &lt;i&gt;une ronde des femmes&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The three women at left, with the youthful Marguerite-of-the-white-dress in front are like an exercise in time-lapse photography.&amp;nbsp; The woman in the center, the only one with her back to the viewer, is turned toward this tableau.&amp;nbsp; Like the &lt;i&gt;Portrait of Marguerite&lt;/i&gt;, she clasps her tennis racket behind her back in a locked gesture.&amp;nbsp; The knowledge that Marguerite married the next year and moved away&amp;nbsp; to&amp;nbsp; Liege seems a palpable presense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;   &lt;m:dispdef&gt;   &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;   &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;   &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;   &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;   &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;   &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;  &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt;&lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHY8x7G7amc/TzU7rkT_7GI/AAAAAAAAOKE/aPwH2HHUEZ0/s1600/FernandKhnopff+Chimera+1910+MarcelMabile+Rhode-St-Genese+Brussels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHY8x7G7amc/TzU7rkT_7GI/AAAAAAAAOKE/aPwH2HHUEZ0/s320/FernandKhnopff+Chimera+1910+MarcelMabile+Rhode-St-Genese+Brussels.jpg" width="178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The chimera, a character with specific attributes in Greek mythology, is also simply an imaginary creatre composed of incongruous parts, or even an unrecognizable creature from a dream.&amp;nbsp; Here Khnopff's version, part animal and part human, stands in front of a woman who holds in her hands a veil that separates reality and dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"My dream will become your reality." -  (Sar) Josephin Peladan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Peladan said, Khnopff, whose works Peladon adored, achieved.&amp;nbsp; The painter of&amp;nbsp; introspective portraits and Barbizon landscapes would never have cast the spell on viewers that this enigmatic purveyor of dreams has.&amp;nbsp; But in retrospect, even Fosset in the forest of Arden appears to be a place "where what you are is never seen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jgo_8QooBBQ/Tzk2jxpNv-I/AAAAAAAAOLc/OkJmgmM-bvo/s1600/FernandKhnopff+InFosset-NnEvening+1886+HeanrFamilyTrust.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jgo_8QooBBQ/Tzk2jxpNv-I/AAAAAAAAOLc/OkJmgmM-bvo/s320/FernandKhnopff+InFosset-NnEvening+1886+HeanrFamilyTrust.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Images:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Caresses,&amp;nbsp; 1896, Musee Royale des Beaux-Arts, Brussles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A Mask, 1897,&amp;nbsp; Hambourg Kunsthalle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Icarus, undated, Maitre Poirier Collection, Brussels.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Medusa, 1896, private collection, Belgium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The Golden Tiara, 1909, private collection, London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Portrait of Margeurite Khnopff, 1887, Musee Royale des Beaux-Arts, Brussels.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Brown Eyes And Blue Flower, 1905, Museum of Fine Arts, Ghent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;With Gregoire Leroy. My Heart Cries for Another Time, 1889, private collection, Belgium. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Memories, 1889, Musee Royale des Beaux-Arts, Brussels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Chimera, c. 1910, Marcel Mabile Collection, Brussels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;In Fosset. An Evening, 1886, Hearn Family Trust, New York.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;For further reading&lt;i&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1&lt;i&gt;.The Symbolist Art of Fernand Khnopff &lt;/i&gt;by Jeffrey Howe, Ann Arbor, UMI Research Press: 1892.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. Catalogue Raisonne by Robert Delevoy, Catherine Croes, Gisele Ollinger-Zinque, Editions Hossmanns, Brussels: 1979, 1987.&amp;nbsp; Attributions, courtesy of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.expo-khnopff.be/"&gt;www.expo-khnopff.be&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-6599954164006997155?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/6599954164006997155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=6599954164006997155&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/6599954164006997155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/6599954164006997155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-dream-will-become-your-reality.html' title='&quot;My Dream Will Become Your Reality&quot;'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KkmDfAEwP_k/TzVoIU-mqhI/AAAAAAAAOKM/1DcpegGfZu4/s72-c/1896+Fernand+Khnopff,+L%27Art+ou+le+Sphinx+ou+les+Caresses+%27Art+or+the+Sphinx+or+Caresses+1896+RMFA+Brussels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-154283732938763734</id><published>2012-02-06T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T11:28:55.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruges &amp;  Fernand Khnopff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-67aaI2mzfTw/TybAp2tnunI/AAAAAAAAOH8/QioL1npOBRw/s1600/FernandKhnopff+MemoriesOfFlanders-ACanalInBruges+1904+HearnFamilyTrust-NY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-67aaI2mzfTw/TybAp2tnunI/AAAAAAAAOH8/QioL1npOBRw/s400/FernandKhnopff+MemoriesOfFlanders-ACanalInBruges+1904+HearnFamilyTrust-NY.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"What is the effect of an early education and of peculiar surroundings upon a disposition abnormally sensitive&amp;nbsp; and precocious?...Like birthmarks, these reflections and impressions grow with us - sometimes hidden, often shown in disfigurements, always there...Bruges has much to do with the art of Fernand Khnopff."&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; Walter Shaw Sparrow,&lt;i&gt; Magazine of Art,&lt;/i&gt; London, 1890.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idealized memories of childhood are common enough, and probably explain the persistence of the myth of a golden age.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;D'Autrefois&lt;/i&gt;,&amp;nbsp; or other times, often give the subtext to Khnopff's art.&amp;nbsp; We interpret at our own risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Where life was concentrated in two or three rooms and where the salons were only used once a year for official receptions, only after ward to be closed once again for the length of the long silent winter but also in&amp;nbsp; the desolation of the summers.&amp;nbsp; grandiose dwellings, places of oblivion and solemnity, where a child's spirit is almost forced into melancholy meditations and solitary pondering...." - &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hippolyte Fierens-Gevaert on the Khnopff family in Bruges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sfBW18lbpd8/TzAf_vFP3LI/AAAAAAAAOJk/Ef9p7-hIeeY/s1600/FernandKhnopff+ACanalInBruges-left-panel-of-triptych-D%27Autrefois+whereabouts-unknown.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sfBW18lbpd8/TzAf_vFP3LI/AAAAAAAAOJk/Ef9p7-hIeeY/s320/FernandKhnopff+ACanalInBruges-left-panel-of-triptych-D%27Autrefois+whereabouts-unknown.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;According to&lt;/span&gt; Pol de Mon&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;t,&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; director of the Museum of Fine Arts-Antwerp, Fernand Khnopff told him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;in 1901 of the&amp;nbsp; countless hours spent playing with his younger brother Georges&amp;nbsp;in the cellar of the family home in Bruges.&amp;nbsp; Khnopff's vivid memories of staring out the windows&amp;nbsp; just above the waterline of the canal&amp;nbsp; may have been the source of his later idiosyncratic image cropping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aQdcBUa5USU/Tya75D2OgeI/AAAAAAAAOH0/C_5SYqH4buc/s1600/Fernand+Khnopff++L%27Offrande-theOffering+1891+pastel-graphite-chalk-on-paper+Metmuseum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aQdcBUa5USU/Tya75D2OgeI/AAAAAAAAOH0/C_5SYqH4buc/s400/Fernand+Khnopff++L%27Offrande-theOffering+1891+pastel-graphite-chalk-on-paper+Metmuseum.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"I have often been reproached for cutting the heads off my personages&amp;nbsp; with the frame which surrounds them, but in doing that I have had each time a precise goal.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thus, in &lt;i&gt;L'Offrande&lt;/i&gt;, I had wanted to give the impressions of a very large figure seen on high from below," &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Fernand Khnopff quoted by Edmond-Louis de Taeye&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;in Fernand Khnopff, in the sereis &lt;i&gt;Les artistes Belges contemporains,&lt;/i&gt; Brussels, Castaiagne, 1894).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Edmond Khnopff &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1826-1900),&lt;/span&gt; the artist's father, was a royal magistrate in Bruges. where Khnopffs had lived since 1726. Originally from Austria, the family had been elevated to the nobility by the Holy Roman Emperor in 1621 and several generations had served as lawyers and judges in the Austrian Netherlands.&amp;nbsp; The independent Belgian nation was twenty-eight years old when&amp;nbsp; Fernand Khnopff was born on September 12, 1858 at his grandparents' home, a castle in Dendermonde, east of Ghent &amp;nbsp; His&amp;nbsp; younger brother Georges was born at Bruges in 1860 at Bruges and a sister Marguerite was born in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; 1864 at Liege. The Khnopffs lived at Langestraat 1, a location with a view of the famous Quai Vert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Khnopff's methods for keeping the curious at arm's length were themselves an artwork, the aristocratic skill of revealing only so much as he chose.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He cooperated with interviewers throughout his career, but on his terms.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; His descriptions of his only known return to Bruges in 1904 never varied from what he told his friend Leon Tombu: that he had put on dark glasses before leaving the train and&amp;nbsp; never removed them while outdoors. &amp;nbsp; This story, true or not, has an antecedent in Dendermonde.&amp;nbsp; After his&amp;nbsp; grandfather's death in 1868, Khnopff never visited there again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s8_rsW-xLj4/TyhEFmoD8DI/AAAAAAAAOIE/Zui6mWtkYfI/s1600/FernandKhnopff+InBruges-AChurch-NotreDame+1904+MuseeCommunaux-Verviers-Belgium.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="259" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s8_rsW-xLj4/TyhEFmoD8DI/AAAAAAAAOIE/Zui6mWtkYfI/s320/FernandKhnopff+InBruges-AChurch-NotreDame+1904+MuseeCommunaux-Verviers-Belgium.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Khnopff obscured the extent of his use of photography but we still wonder about those dark glasses.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;In Bruges. A Church &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(above)&lt;/span&gt; shows the interior of&amp;nbsp; the Church of Notre Dame and the altar by Michelangelo.&amp;nbsp; The Khnopff family coat of arms was displayed one of the church walls; by no means was this just one among the many churches of&amp;nbsp; Bruges for Fernand Khnopff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A country with two principal languages is a country in need of interpreters. The polymath Henry Van de Velde&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1863-1957) &lt;/span&gt;said that he saw in Flemish and wrote in French.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Flemish cities - the beads on the rosary of Flanders in Fierens-Gevaert's&amp;nbsp; resonant phrase - existed as a living reminder of.another time&amp;nbsp; So the works of&amp;nbsp; the Belgian symbolists were rooted in reality as much as in dreams..&amp;nbsp; The repetitious images of stagnant pools and crumbling churches in Symbolist art,&amp;nbsp; attributed to the stories of Edgar Poe Allen, had real-life counterparts in cities like Bruges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RHGMr6wepic/TyhFcUematI/AAAAAAAAOIM/2GdJi4smyfE/s1600/FernandKhnopff+Secret-Reflection+1902+GroeningenMuseum+Bruges.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RHGMr6wepic/TyhFcUematI/AAAAAAAAOIM/2GdJi4smyfE/s320/FernandKhnopff+Secret-Reflection+1902+GroeningenMuseum+Bruges.jpg" width="182" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The place that religion had occupied in everyday life hollowed out in the 19th century, leaving a vacancy that&amp;nbsp; the Symbolists filled with a psychological mysticism.&amp;nbsp; In &lt;i&gt;L'Art Romantique&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1869) &lt;/span&gt;Baudelaire asserted that an affinity exists between spiritual states and the natural world and, furthermore, "art is of value only in so far as it is capable of expressing these mysterious relationships."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What coded messages does this dual image hold?&amp;nbsp; The upper panel is a tondo,a round painting of Marguerite.&amp;nbsp; Enclosed in a circle, symbolizing perfection, she touches the lips of a mask of Hermes.&amp;nbsp; Behind her is a wall hanging white a white crane embroidered on it.&amp;nbsp; The lower panel shows St. Jan's Hospital in Bruges, home to a large collection of paintings by Hans Memling. At the bottom of the frame he engraved words from Aesop's &lt;i&gt;Fables&lt;/i&gt;: "Light winged the crane fled."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In an interview with Maria Bierme, Khnopff added:&amp;nbsp; "clear is the light of noble thoughts which rise toward the heavens."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-09PCTN-nNtY/TzAZdvjI8-I/AAAAAAAAOJc/uRu97FdL53U/s1600/MargueriteKhnopff+1901+MuseeD%27Orsay-Paris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-09PCTN-nNtY/TzAZdvjI8-I/AAAAAAAAOJc/uRu97FdL53U/s200/MargueriteKhnopff+1901+MuseeD%27Orsay-Paris.jpg" width="146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The year of Khnopff's&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; Secrets/ Refkections,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; the Chapel House at St. Jan's hosted the first modern exhibition of Memling's work. It attracted 35,000 visitors but&amp;nbsp; Khnopff was careful to state that he had not seen the Bruges Memlings, which may explain his painting&amp;nbsp; - &lt;i&gt;An Abandoned City -&lt;/i&gt; which shows the base of the Memling monument without the Memling statue on top! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Images:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. Memories of Flanders. A Canal In Bruges, 1904, Hearn family Trust, New York.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. A Canal In Bruges, 1905, left panel for the triptych D'Autrefois (Of Other Times), current whereabouts unknown, Catalogue raisonne, Croes et al, Brussels: 1979. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. L'Offrande (the Offering), 1891, pastel, graphite and chalk on paper, Metropolitan Museum of Art, NYC.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. In Bruges. A Church, 1904, Musee Communale, Verviers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. Secret. Reflection, 1902, Groeningen Museum, Bruges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6. Margeurite Khnopff&amp;nbsp; photographed by Fernand Khnopff- c. 1901, Musee d'Orsay, Paris.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7. unidentified photographer - D'Autrefois, 1908, Venice Biennial, Venice, Cartlgoe rainsonne, Croes et al, Brussels: 1979.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ncWoP08c9Qo/TzAg3fX6hYI/AAAAAAAAOJs/ZLz7ZBhDC8s/s1600/D%27Autrefois+VeniceBiennial+1908.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ncWoP08c9Qo/TzAg3fX6hYI/AAAAAAAAOJs/ZLz7ZBhDC8s/s400/D%27Autrefois+VeniceBiennial+1908.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-154283732938763734?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/154283732938763734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=154283732938763734&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/154283732938763734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/154283732938763734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2012/02/bruges-mystification-of-fernand-khnopff.html' title='Bruges &amp;  Fernand Khnopff'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-67aaI2mzfTw/TybAp2tnunI/AAAAAAAAOH8/QioL1npOBRw/s72-c/FernandKhnopff+MemoriesOfFlanders-ACanalInBruges+1904+HearnFamilyTrust-NY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-5174542158288577849</id><published>2012-02-03T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T09:22:25.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fernand Khnopff &amp; Le Regard Hautain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;   &lt;m:dispdef&gt;   &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;   &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;   &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;   &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;   &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;   &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;  &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt;&lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;&lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEao74Xz0ho/TyqqhTpk66I/AAAAAAAAOIc/6JLn8VcwkuM/s1600/FernandKhnopff+Self-Portrait+1879+JeanWillemsCollection-Brussels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEao74Xz0ho/TyqqhTpk66I/AAAAAAAAOIc/6JLn8VcwkuM/s320/FernandKhnopff+Self-Portrait+1879+JeanWillemsCollection-Brussels.jpg" width="206" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;“Two small, very sharp, metalliceyes, a slightly receding chin, a disdainful mouth, and a head of hair, Oh!Beautiful red hair of a barbarian, describing comma-like curls on his foreheadand giving him a kind of widl crown; upright posture, neatly dressed, a simpleperson who had a horror of appearing disheveled; a Clergyman in the process ofbecoming a Dandy.”&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; – Emile Verhaeren, in &lt;i&gt;L’Art Moderne&lt;/i&gt;, 1886.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So the poet Emile Verhaeren took the measure of his friend Fernand Khnopff.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Both men were in their twenties at the time and in the process of becoming:&amp;nbsp; Verhaeren, the Belgian poet who narrowly lost out to his friend Maurice Maeterlinck for the Nobel Prize for literature in 1911 and Khnopff, the great Belgian artist. Both had also studied law to please their families before turning to art.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wUYHgsEe4e0/TyrfdUOGZ0I/AAAAAAAAOIk/xik_w_9qsts/s1600/FernandKhnopff+ACrisis+18881+private-collection-Brussels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="326" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wUYHgsEe4e0/TyrfdUOGZ0I/AAAAAAAAOIk/xik_w_9qsts/s400/FernandKhnopff+ACrisis+18881+private-collection-Brussels.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Immediately attracted to the avant-garde group Les Vingts in 1883, Verhaeren became the voice of their new art&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; in the magazines&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;La Jeuen Belgique &lt;/i&gt;and&lt;i&gt; L'Art Moderne &lt;/i&gt;and in his book&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Quelques Notes sur l’oeuvrede Khnopff&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;(1887).&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Verhaeren expressed&amp;nbsp; doubts&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thatvisual art was suited to the expression of ideas.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Khnopff had no such qualms and his best works bear him out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; The counter argument was made by Theodore Joufrrey&amp;nbsp; in 1842: &amp;nbsp;“Behind appearance is a reality whichappearance expresses but can never fully disclose.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Beauty is a sort of symbolicdisclosure.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It is the Invisible madevisible through expression, the revealing “garment” of the Invisible, and kinto our own natures…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZGB80FvXww/TyrhanF7xHI/AAAAAAAAOIs/5cDovuk5o7M/s1600/FernandKhnopff+Fosset+editionsLebeer-Hossmann+Brussels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZGB80FvXww/TyrhanF7xHI/AAAAAAAAOIs/5cDovuk5o7M/s320/FernandKhnopff+Fosset+editionsLebeer-Hossmann+Brussels.jpg" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But back to the visible world and what Verhaeren had in mind when he used the word Dandy about his friend.&amp;nbsp; A haughty expression doesn't quite convey the weight of the French term &lt;i&gt;le regard hautain &lt;/i&gt;that came to be the public face of the Dandy . Charles Baudelaire had written:&amp;nbsp; "Dandyism is not, as many seem to think, an exaggerated love of fine clothes and material comfort.&amp;nbsp; These things, to be perfectly dandy, are mere symbols of his own spiritual aristocracy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dandyism is primarily a desire to be individually original, but always within the limits of polite social convention.&amp;nbsp; It is the love of startling others and never being startled oneself."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dandyism, so defined, has something to do with art of Fernand Khnopff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khnopff began by sketching from nature ar age sixteen to pass the time during the long summer at his family's second home at Fosset. A village in the Haut-Fanges, or High Fens of eastern Belgium., Fosset&amp;nbsp; is in the Ardennes, the Forest of Arden that Shakespeare immortalized in &lt;i&gt;As You Like It&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; There, where the local people still cherished old beliefs in the occult and druidic tree worship, Catholicism was more a matter of formality than devotion.&amp;nbsp; The &lt;i&gt;dame blanche&lt;/i&gt; or white goddess was still venerated. She, too, would have much to do with the art of Fernand Khnopff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RHK60b-3OFI/TyvzTk7zUzI/AAAAAAAAOJE/z123-SiKglE/s1600/FernandKhnopff+MistInTheArdennes+1892+private-collection+Belgium.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RHK60b-3OFI/TyvzTk7zUzI/AAAAAAAAOJE/z123-SiKglE/s320/FernandKhnopff+MistInTheArdennes+1892+private-collection+Belgium.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The forests and fields of Arden not so much.&amp;nbsp; Among his several landscapes, done in the style of another storied wood - the Barbizon -&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Une Crise&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;i&gt;A Crisis&lt;/i&gt;) painted in 1881 when Khnopff was only twenty- three suggests&amp;nbsp; that landscape by itself was not the subject.&amp;nbsp; Whether he intended a general comment on the searching of youth or something specifically personal is left up in the air.&amp;nbsp; In middle age, Khnopff made sketches of winter scenes at Fosset but the finished painting, &lt;i&gt;La vielle en hiver&lt;/i&gt;,&amp;nbsp; again suggests his favorite motto, a variation on an 18th century axiom of Nicolas Chamfort - "One has only oneself".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;&lt;m:dispdef&gt;&lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;&lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;&lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BOs7XwMMuu0/Tyv2N_sDyCI/AAAAAAAAOJM/_2B5gMiRLx0/s1600/FernandKhnopff+TheOldWomaninWinter+c1916private-collection-GalerieHorta+Brussels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BOs7XwMMuu0/Tyv2N_sDyCI/AAAAAAAAOJM/_2B5gMiRLx0/s320/FernandKhnopff+TheOldWomaninWinter+c1916private-collection-GalerieHorta+Brussels.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;&lt;m:dispdef&gt;&lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;&lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;&lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Images:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;&lt;m:dispdef&gt;&lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;&lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;&lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. Fernand Khnopff - Self-portrait, 1879,&amp;nbsp; Jean Willems Collection, Brussels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. Fernand Khnopff - Une Crise (A Crisis),&amp;nbsp; pastel, 1881, private collection, Brussels.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. Unidentified photographer - Fernand Khnopff, probably at Fosst, no date, Editions Lebeer-Hossmans, Brussels: 1979.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;&lt;m:dispdef&gt;&lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;&lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;&lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. Fernand Khnopff - Mist in The Ardennes, 1882, private collection, Belgium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;&lt;m:dispdef&gt;&lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;&lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;&lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. Fernand Khnopff - La vielle en hiver (The Old Woman in Winter), c. 1916, Galerie Horta, Brussels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;&lt;m:dispdef&gt;&lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;&lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;&lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-5174542158288577849?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/5174542158288577849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=5174542158288577849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/5174542158288577849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/5174542158288577849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2012/02/behind-le-regard-hautain.html' title='Fernand Khnopff &amp; 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float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ufhgq5F6jz0/Twsye1AjW5I/AAAAAAAAOBU/daLmDYs0Umk/s320/FranzMelchers%252BFebruary.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-4149068353351528541?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/4149068353351528541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=4149068353351528541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/4149068353351528541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/4149068353351528541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2012/02/february-by-franz-melchers.html' title='February by Franz Melchers'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ufhgq5F6jz0/Twsye1AjW5I/AAAAAAAAOBU/daLmDYs0Umk/s72-c/FranzMelchers%252BFebruary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-7620730740582092301</id><published>2012-01-29T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T12:29:47.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Djuna Barnes: A Daring Young Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RbEW0vJYEc4/TyRWBS-ZX1I/AAAAAAAAOHc/ocxld8fHw0s/s1600/DjunaBarnesWithGorillaAtBronxZoo+1914+UniversityOfMaryland+Libraries.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RbEW0vJYEc4/TyRWBS-ZX1I/AAAAAAAAOHc/ocxld8fHw0s/s320/DjunaBarnesWithGorillaAtBronxZoo+1914+UniversityOfMaryland+Libraries.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As a young journalist during the 1910s, Djuna Barnes &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1892-1982)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; proved herself&amp;nbsp; fearless. &amp;nbsp; For a woman to break into the profession - and in New York City - she had to be.&amp;nbsp; Within the space of two months in 1914, she&amp;nbsp; persuaded a doctor to force feed her like jailed women's suffragists were,&amp;nbsp; spent time in a cage at the Bronx Zoo with a young gorilla named Dinah, and&amp;nbsp; offered herself as a volunteer damsel-in-distress to firefighters in training at the Sixty-Seventh Street Recruit Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V4G0mbSk1SU/TyRk7h6238I/AAAAAAAAOHk/G78A4tUqJlI/s1600/DjunaBarnesBeingForciblyFed+16August1914+UniversityOfMaryland+Libraries.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V4G0mbSk1SU/TyRk7h6238I/AAAAAAAAOHk/G78A4tUqJlI/s320/DjunaBarnesBeingForciblyFed+16August1914+UniversityOfMaryland+Libraries.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barnes&amp;nbsp; knew how to turn her phrases to a radical deviation from the normal and she executed her aphorisms&amp;nbsp; like leaps from a trapeze with no safety net beneath her.&amp;nbsp; What saved her articles from superficiality was something that now sounds old-fashioned.&amp;nbsp; Barnes had a tragic sense&amp;nbsp; and although she applied wit to her chosen subjects, they also constitute a catalog of potential misfortunes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9aZrKiKwsDo/TyWra-hDqII/AAAAAAAAOHs/r9ba_DtRbsc/s1600/Djuna+Barnes+and+Unidentified+Fireman+Dangling+From+A+Rope.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9aZrKiKwsDo/TyWra-hDqII/AAAAAAAAOHs/r9ba_DtRbsc/s320/Djuna+Barnes+and+Unidentified+Fireman+Dangling+From+A+Rope.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Images:&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;from the exhibition Newspaper Fiction: The New York Journalism of Djuna Barnes, 1913-1919, &lt;/i&gt;on view until August 19, 2012 at the Elizabeth A. Sackler Center for feminist Art, Brooklyn Museum of Art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How it Feels to be Forcibly Fed &lt;/i&gt;from New York World Magazine, September 6, 1914.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Girl and the Gorilla&lt;/i&gt; from New York World Magazine, October 18, 1914.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My Adventures Being Rescued&lt;/i&gt; from New York World magazine, November 15, 1914.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You may also be interested in &lt;i&gt;Some Hard Captious Star: Djuna Barnes&lt;/i&gt; posted here August 26, 2011&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-7620730740582092301?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/7620730740582092301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=7620730740582092301&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/7620730740582092301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/7620730740582092301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2012/01/djuna-barnes-daring-young-woman.html' title='Djuna Barnes: A Daring Young Woman'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RbEW0vJYEc4/TyRWBS-ZX1I/AAAAAAAAOHc/ocxld8fHw0s/s72-c/DjunaBarnesWithGorillaAtBronxZoo+1914+UniversityOfMaryland+Libraries.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-2038891680224488698</id><published>2012-01-27T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T12:00:04.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Rouet des Brumes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vthmSB9-7jA/TyGqRLu1rnI/AAAAAAAAOGk/-euA5T9FwhE/s1600/FernandKhnopff+InBruges-TheMinnewater+1904+RoyalMuseumOfFineArts-Brussels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vthmSB9-7jA/TyGqRLu1rnI/AAAAAAAAOGk/-euA5T9FwhE/s400/FernandKhnopff+InBruges-TheMinnewater+1904+RoyalMuseumOfFineArts-Brussels.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Phantom city, mummified city, vaguely preserved.&amp;nbsp; It smells of death, of the middle Ages, Venice, in black, the customary ghosts and the graves." &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- excerpted from &lt;i&gt;A Walk In Bruges&lt;/i&gt; by Charles Baudelaire from P&lt;i&gt;auvre Belgique&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1864 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;reprinted by Editions L. Conard, Paris. .&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In Bruges a miracle of the climate has produced so mysterious chemistry of the atmosphere, an interpenetration which neutralises too-bright colours, reduces them to a uniform tone of reverie, to an amalgam of greyish drowsiness." &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- excerpted from Bruge-la-Morte by Georges Rodenbach, Paris: 1892&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the subject is Bruges, metaphor is everything.&amp;nbsp; In the paintings of&amp;nbsp; William Degouve de Nuncques and the novels of&amp;nbsp; Georges Rodenbach atmosphere becomes a force of nature. But what is a force of nature and where is the line that separates it from human endeavor?&amp;nbsp; These are not questions that metaphor can answer.&amp;nbsp; According to Arthur Rimbaud, the French would have been second rates Symbolists without the Belgians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ldywlrSOXXM/TyK7YpEY25I/AAAAAAAAOG0/bIewx3mK2hI/s1600/FernandKhnopff+SouvenirDeBruges+L%27EntreeDuBeguinage+1904.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ldywlrSOXXM/TyK7YpEY25I/AAAAAAAAOG0/bIewx3mK2hI/s400/FernandKhnopff+SouvenirDeBruges+L%27EntreeDuBeguinage+1904.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bruges became a port city by accident in 1134 when a tidal wave swept inward some eleven miles from the North Sea down the River Zwijn .&amp;nbsp; The diligent citizens of Bruges built a web of canals to take advantage of their good fortune and their continued dredging eventually caused the Zwijn to silt in, leaving the city marooned at permanent low tide.&amp;nbsp; In&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; Psychologie d'une ville: Essai sur Bruges&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; (1901),&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;a book dedicated to the memory of Georges Rodenbach, Hippolyte Fierens-Gevaert referred to the dawn of the 15th century as "The Twilight of Bruges"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;   &lt;m:dispdef&gt;   &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;   &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;   &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;   &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;   &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;   &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt;&lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;&lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;   &lt;m:dispdef&gt;   &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;   &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;   &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;   &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;   &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;   &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;  &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt;&lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;&lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"The Middle Ages...knew that everythingon earth is a sign, a figure, that the visible is only worth what it extractsfrom the invisible; in the Middle Ages...which were not gullible, as we are, toappearances, closely studied this science and made it the caretaker and theservant of mysticism." &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;- excerpted from TheCathedral&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;(1898) by J.-K. Huysmans, translated from the French by ClaraKing (1981).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;   &lt;m:dispdef&gt;   &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;   &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;   &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;   &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;   &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;   &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;  &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt;&lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;&lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfQcCQoudkA/TyLEpTliTcI/AAAAAAAAOHE/0k89hC2vGag/s1600/FernandKhnopff+AnAbandonedCity+1904+RoyalmuseumOfFineArts-Brussels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfQcCQoudkA/TyLEpTliTcI/AAAAAAAAOHE/0k89hC2vGag/s320/FernandKhnopff+AnAbandonedCity+1904+RoyalmuseumOfFineArts-Brussels.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waning of religion left avacuum for nostalgia to fill.&amp;nbsp; A more complicated response&amp;nbsp; was&amp;nbsp; a kind of psychological mysticism in the works of 19th century Symbolists. &amp;nbsp; In the fate of Bruges they found confirmation of &amp;nbsp; their sense of irrelevance to the industrialized present in&amp;nbsp; its glorious art and architecture. What better image could there be than Fernand Khnopff's surrealistic rendering of the Memling Plaatz, named for the great artist Hans Memling &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(c.1430-1494) &lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Marooned by a rising tide, the plaza and the base of the statue are rendered recognizably but where is the Memling statue.&amp;nbsp; When queried, Khnopff's reply was that he had never seen the statue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belgium has been called 'a country that does not exist",&amp;nbsp; an allusion to its duality: Flemish&amp;nbsp; (Dutch) in the north and Wallon (French) in the south. &amp;nbsp; When it was part of the Holy Roman Empire, it was called the Austrian Netherlands and when it was de-accessioned, as they say in the museum business, the French considered annexing it but didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vCT02k4ue7s/TyLDsmH_IHI/AAAAAAAAOG8/uKfgGuEcQno/s1600/FernandKhnopff+inBruges-APortal+1904+Clemens-SelsMuseum+neuss-Germany.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vCT02k4ue7s/TyLDsmH_IHI/AAAAAAAAOG8/uKfgGuEcQno/s400/FernandKhnopff+inBruges-APortal+1904+Clemens-SelsMuseum+neuss-Germany.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georges Rodenbach &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1855-1898)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; was born in the French speaking Flemish town of Tournai, poet Emile Verhaeren &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1855-1916) &lt;/span&gt;came from Saint-Amands in eastern Flanders, and playwright Maurice Maeterlinck &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1862-1949) &lt;/span&gt;was from Ghent (Gand) in western Flanders.&amp;nbsp; Maeterlinck,who won the Nobel Prize for literature in 1911, edging out Verhaeren for the honor, was hailed in his lifetime as 'the northern Shakespeare.'&amp;nbsp; All three wrote in French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Bruges-la-Morte&lt;/i&gt;, the novel and the metaphor, made Rodenbach's name.&amp;nbsp; Equally claustrophobic is a story published posthumously - &lt;i&gt;Le Rouet des Brumes&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;The Spinning Wheel of the Mists&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1901)&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; A refashioning of the myth of Narcissus, it is one of many late 19th century distortions of the myth to extremes never hinted at in its ancient origins. The protagonist of &lt;i&gt;Le Rouet des Brumes &lt;/i&gt;is a nightmarish variation on Joris-Karl Huysman's exasperated aesthete, des Esseintes, in the novel&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Against Nature&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(&lt;i&gt;A Rebours,&lt;/i&gt; 1884).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xqphSXLWKsA/TyLFyTR-DlI/AAAAAAAAOHM/7DHjMkL5P3U/s1600/FernandKhnopff+InBruges-StJohnsHospital+c1904+private-collection-Belgium.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xqphSXLWKsA/TyLFyTR-DlI/AAAAAAAAOHM/7DHjMkL5P3U/s400/FernandKhnopff+InBruges-StJohnsHospital+c1904+private-collection-Belgium.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Although the narrator identifies himself as a friend of the man who has died in a sanitarium, he recounts the tale with the detachment of a psychiatrist offering a case study.&amp;nbsp; The nameless recluse gradually retreats from the world to a house full of mirrors.&amp;nbsp; Happy at first, he descends into paranoia, only to be found bloody and bruised after attempting to smash through a mirror to "the other side."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"I was not surprised, knowing my friend to be sensitive, knowing besides what impressions can be created....within closed rooms, amidst the dust, the musty odor, the confusion, the melancholy one feels for things that seem to have died a bit during one's absence.&amp;nbsp; Oh, the sadness of evenings of jubilation!&amp;nbsp; Evenings of return, after the forgetfulness one experiences while away.&amp;nbsp; It seems as if all one's sorrows that had remained at home come out to greet us..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sasu0r6kvZM/TyK2yvd_dbI/AAAAAAAAOGs/tX__Cea6kf4/s1600/fernandKhnopff+frontispiece+Bruges-la-Morte+1892.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sasu0r6kvZM/TyK2yvd_dbI/AAAAAAAAOGs/tX__Cea6kf4/s400/fernandKhnopff+frontispiece+Bruges-la-Morte+1892.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If we are tempted to share the detachment of Rodenbach's narrator, keep in mind that Rodenbach&amp;nbsp; began&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;another work, L'Ami des Miroirs&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;i&gt;The Lover Of Mirrors&lt;/i&gt;), with these words:&amp;nbsp; "Madness is frequently nothing other than the paroxysm of a sensation that originally appeared to be purely artistic and subtle.'&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This puts Rodenbach at odds with the artist whose name is most often linked with his, creator of the frontispiece for the first edition of &lt;i&gt;Bruges-la-Morte&lt;/i&gt;: the purely artistic and subtle Fernand Khnopff.&amp;nbsp; The circumstances of Khnopff's return to the place he considered his home town were obscured by the artist, whereas Rodenbach, who never returned to his birthplace in Ghent, spoke of it constantly, according to his children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:&amp;nbsp; Artworks by Khnopff were made during the year of his one acknowledged return visit to Bruges in 1904.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w9pYxF4UJ2c/TyLGqXyJ3SI/AAAAAAAAOHU/CYfEhK4MEuo/s1600/HenriBerssenbrugge+1873-1959+Bruges+FotomuseumAntwerp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w9pYxF4UJ2c/TyLGqXyJ3SI/AAAAAAAAOHU/CYfEhK4MEuo/s200/HenriBerssenbrugge+1873-1959+Bruges+FotomuseumAntwerp.jpg" width="175" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Images:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. Fernand Khnopff - In Bruges. The Minnewater, 1904, Belgian Royal Musuem of Fine Arts, Brussels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. Fernand Khnopff - Souvenir Of Bruges. Entrance To the Beguinage, 1904, Hearn Family Trust, New York. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. Fernand Khnopff - Abandoned City (Memling Plaatz - Bruges), 1904, Belgian Royal Museum of Fine Arts, Brussels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Fernand Khnopff - In Bruges. A Portal, 1904, Clemens-Sels Museum,&amp;nbsp; Neuss, Germany.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. Fernand Khnopff - In Burges. St. Jan's Hospital, 1904, private collection, Belgium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fernand Khnoff - frontispiece - Bruges-la-Morte, Paris, Flammarion,&amp;nbsp; 1892.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7. Henri Berssenbrugge (1873.1959) -&amp;nbsp; photograph of an artist painting in Bruges, early 20th century, Fotomuseum, Antwerp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-2038891680224488698?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/2038891680224488698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=2038891680224488698&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/2038891680224488698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/2038891680224488698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2012/01/le-rouet-des-brumes.html' title='Le Rouet des Brumes'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vthmSB9-7jA/TyGqRLu1rnI/AAAAAAAAOGk/-euA5T9FwhE/s72-c/FernandKhnopff+InBruges-TheMinnewater+1904+RoyalMuseumOfFineArts-Brussels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-2096043390008196306</id><published>2012-01-23T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T06:26:13.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year Of The Dragon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qzX98E2UgPE/TwH-onXjxNI/AAAAAAAAN-s/-U91pHzyO2M/s1600/BerthaLum%252BGreenDragonCocktail%252B1937%252BSFMFA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qzX98E2UgPE/TwH-onXjxNI/AAAAAAAAN-s/-U91pHzyO2M/s320/BerthaLum%252BGreenDragonCocktail%252B1937%252BSFMFA.jpg" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The year of the dragon begins today.&amp;nbsp; It is an auspicious year.&amp;nbsp; Dragons partake of the five elements: water, earth, metal, fire, and wood. &amp;nbsp; Like poet Walt Whitman, they are vast, they contain multitudes. After a Green Dragon or two, you too will be able to breathe fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UFUGEl41Ppg/TxbdpbzF9AI/AAAAAAAAOE8/jFsPJbMSV50/s1600/BerthaLum%252BTheChineseHat%252B1924%252BSFMFA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UFUGEl41Ppg/TxbdpbzF9AI/AAAAAAAAOE8/jFsPJbMSV50/s320/BerthaLum%252BTheChineseHat%252B1924%252BSFMFA.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Green Dragon Cocktail is a simple, sweet drink whose most unusual ingredient is kummel liquor (a blend of caraway and other spices).&amp;nbsp; While its origins are unclear, the classic version appeared in &lt;i&gt;The Savoy Cocktail Book&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; by&amp;nbsp; Harry Craddock in 1930.&amp;nbsp; The following recipe makes one Green Dragon cocktail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1/2 oz. kummel, 1/2 oz. green creme de menthe, 1 &amp;amp; 1/2 oz. gin, juice of half a lemon, 4 dashes of orange bitters.&lt;/div&gt;Method: &lt;br /&gt;Fill a cocktail shaker half full with shaved ice.&lt;br /&gt;Add the other ingredients and shake gently for 10-15 seconds, being careful not the bruise the gin (!)&lt;br /&gt;Strain the liquid into a chilled cocktail glass and garnish with a twist of lemon. Drink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Images:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. Bertha Lum&amp;nbsp; - Green Dragon Cocktail, 1937, San Francisco Museum of Fine Arts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. Bertha Lum - The Woman In The Chinese hat, 1924, San Francisco Musuem of Fine Arts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Also: May I direct readers to the excellent&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.bertha-lum.org/"&gt; Bertha Lum&lt;/a&gt; website by Laurent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-2096043390008196306?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/2096043390008196306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=2096043390008196306&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/2096043390008196306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/2096043390008196306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2012/01/year-of-dragon.html' title='The Year Of The Dragon'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qzX98E2UgPE/TwH-onXjxNI/AAAAAAAAN-s/-U91pHzyO2M/s72-c/BerthaLum%252BGreenDragonCocktail%252B1937%252BSFMFA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-8137736866080052438</id><published>2012-01-20T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T10:36:57.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painter Of Mystery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-50PKtv8Xflg/TxiAo-04FfI/AAAAAAAAOFU/e2UHxkR4yck/s1600/WilliamDegouveDeNuncques%252BBirdsInWinter%252BFrankWelkenhusyenGalerie%252BUtrecht.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-50PKtv8Xflg/TxiAo-04FfI/AAAAAAAAOFU/e2UHxkR4yck/s1600/WilliamDegouveDeNuncques%252BBirdsInWinter%252BFrankWelkenhusyenGalerie%252BUtrecht.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the midwinter here is another reason to look forward to spring.&amp;nbsp; A collaboration between two museums is preparing an exhibition on the under-celebrated Belgian painter William Degouve de Nuncques &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1867-1935)&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Portions of several of the artist's notebooks will be included in the exhibition catalog, revealing his thoughts about his work and his sources of inspiration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_oDSliYLZE8/TxiId5FleRI/AAAAAAAAOFc/CijaYylbX9Y/s1600/WilliamdegouveDeNuncques%252BTheBlackSwan%252B1896.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="156" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_oDSliYLZE8/TxiId5FleRI/AAAAAAAAOFc/CijaYylbX9Y/s200/WilliamdegouveDeNuncques%252BTheBlackSwan%252B1896.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Degouve de Nuncques defies attempts at&amp;nbsp; pigeonholing, even among Symbolists&amp;nbsp; His &lt;i&gt;Pink House &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1892)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; often suggested as the progenitor&amp;nbsp; of surrealism and, close to home, of Rene Magritte's inverted twilight world.&amp;nbsp; A melancholy disposition and a deep pessimism underlined by personal tragedies - the death of his wife, a paralysis of his hand - appear in his paintings as a scrim that separates us from his images.&amp;nbsp; We look at them and wonder what the artist inscribed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wEKVmHASXoQ/Txmz_zmAPCI/AAAAAAAAOF0/VS2S5zdZMgo/s1600/WilliamDegouveDeNuncques%252BMysteriousGarden%252B1891%252Bprivate-collection%252BBelgium.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wEKVmHASXoQ/Txmz_zmAPCI/AAAAAAAAOF0/VS2S5zdZMgo/s320/WilliamDegouveDeNuncques%252BMysteriousGarden%252B1891%252Bprivate-collection%252BBelgium.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not obvious what makes the painting &lt;i&gt;Mysterious Garden&lt;/i&gt; fit its title but it suggests the artist's puzzlement, perhaps something like this: &amp;nbsp; " A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about.." &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(F. Scott&amp;nbsp; Fitzgerald, .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Great&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Gatsby&lt;/i&gt;, chapter&amp;nbsp; 8 - 1925)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uorI0N4zeiI/TxmwzmHzBEI/AAAAAAAAOFs/nVCoBygK5zc/s1600/WilliamDegouveDeNuncques%252BTheFairWagon%252B1910%252BKoninkljikMuseum-Antwerp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="126" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uorI0N4zeiI/TxmwzmHzBEI/AAAAAAAAOFs/nVCoBygK5zc/s200/WilliamDegouveDeNuncques%252BTheFairWagon%252B1910%252BKoninkljikMuseum-Antwerp.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two years spent on the Balearic Islands off the Mediterranean coast of Spain from 1900-1902, seemed to intensify the artist's attraction to scenes of winter. What remained consistent was the usual lack of figures, the odd black swan or fair wagon, aside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2D-wTSmwR3k/Txm4bvf93CI/AAAAAAAAOGE/-pgYqik24kA/s1600/WilliamDegouveDeNuncques%252BAppleTreesInBloom%252B1908%252Bprivate-collection%252BBelgium.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2D-wTSmwR3k/Txm4bvf93CI/AAAAAAAAOGE/-pgYqik24kA/s320/WilliamDegouveDeNuncques%252BAppleTreesInBloom%252B1908%252Bprivate-collection%252BBelgium.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recent decades,&amp;nbsp; Degouve de Nuncque's paintings have been included in group exhibitions such as &lt;i&gt;Autour de Levy-Dhurmer&lt;/i&gt; at the Grand Palaid in Paris (1973), &lt;i&gt;Mystery and Glitter&lt;/i&gt; at the Musee d'Orsay (2008) and &lt;i&gt;The Kiss of the Sphinx&lt;/i&gt; at Vienna Kunstforum (also 2008).&amp;nbsp; Only now is a catalogue raisonne of the artist's work in preparation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ak-KrsXVFhA/Txm3f67UCGI/AAAAAAAAOF8/embz33H_LVc/s1600/WilliamDegouveDeNuncques%252BSnowyLandscapeWithBarge%252B1911%252BKroller-MullerMuseum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="169" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ak-KrsXVFhA/Txm3f67UCGI/AAAAAAAAOF8/embz33H_LVc/s200/WilliamDegouveDeNuncques%252BSnowyLandscapeWithBarge%252B1911%252BKroller-MullerMuseum.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; Images:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. Birds In Winter, no date, Frank Welkenhuysen Galerie, Utrecht.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. The Black Swan, 1895, Kroller-Muller Museum, Otterloo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. Mysterious Garden, 1891, private collection, Belgium. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3.untitled winter scene, Kroller-Muller Museum, Otterloo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. The Fair Wagon, 1910, Royal Museum of Fine Arts, Antwerp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. Apple Trees in Bloom, 1908, private collection, Belgium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6.. Snowy Landscape With Barge, 1911, Kroller-Muller Museum, Otterloo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;For further reading: &lt;i&gt;Nocturnal World - William Degouve de Nuncques&lt;/i&gt;, posted here 16 November 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;William Degouve de Nuncques: Maitre de mystere&lt;/i&gt; at Musee Felicien Rops in Namur, Belgium from 28 January 2012 to 6 May 2012 and at Kroller-Muller Museum in Otterloo, Netherlands from 27 May to 2 September. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-8137736866080052438?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/8137736866080052438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=8137736866080052438&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/8137736866080052438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/8137736866080052438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2012/01/painter-of-mystery.html' title='Painter Of Mystery'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-50PKtv8Xflg/TxiAo-04FfI/AAAAAAAAOFU/e2UHxkR4yck/s72-c/WilliamDegouveDeNuncques%252BBirdsInWinter%252BFrankWelkenhusyenGalerie%252BUtrecht.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-764671027775319159</id><published>2012-01-15T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T11:46:04.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>His Lyric Pessimism:  Albert Baertsoen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BeRYoo2QbvE/TxHhDOBxw9I/AAAAAAAAODU/LqWIrWziOCc/s1600/Albert+Baertsoen-GhentEvening%252B1903%252BMuseeD%2527ArtModerne-Brussels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="311" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BeRYoo2QbvE/TxHhDOBxw9I/AAAAAAAAODU/LqWIrWziOCc/s320/Albert+Baertsoen-GhentEvening%252B1903%252BMuseeD%2527ArtModerne-Brussels.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;In the heart of Ghent, Albert Baertsoen painted his favorite hour: twilight.&amp;nbsp; At left is&amp;nbsp; the Maison de Bateliers, the boatmen's hiring hall.&amp;nbsp; In the background are the Church of Saint-Michael and an old hotel left over from the First Empire. We look down the canal at a red boat, possibly similar to one where the artist had sat himself down to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tmbz3N6roV8/TxHpV5pjfsI/AAAAAAAAODs/pSyNQLp28Oc/s1600/AlbertBaertsoen%252BThawInGhent%252B1902%252BMuseeD%2527Orsay-Paris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="168" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tmbz3N6roV8/TxHpV5pjfsI/AAAAAAAAODs/pSyNQLp28Oc/s200/AlbertBaertsoen%252BThawInGhent%252B1902%252BMuseeD%2527Orsay-Paris.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It may be that the affinity of Albert Baertsoen&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1866-1922)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; for winter scenes had something to do with being born on January 9.&amp;nbsp; What is certain is that neither his travels to Paris and London nor his artistic successes&amp;nbsp; altered his love for Ghent, the city where he was born and where he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belgium was&amp;nbsp; the most industrialized nations in 19th century Europe, and Ghent was a city known for its textile mills.&amp;nbsp; Baertsoen's father was a successful&amp;nbsp; miller, so the family's prosperity made art and music lessons for a talented child possible. Albert became an accomplished musician before he turned to painting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f74tDGICIPY/TxMlai8IKyI/AAAAAAAAOEM/NVOSuPdSnuA/s1600/AlbertBaertsoen%252BTheLittleQuai%252B1902%252BEmporium%252BVolumeXVI-number96%252Bpage418.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="172" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f74tDGICIPY/TxMlai8IKyI/AAAAAAAAOEM/NVOSuPdSnuA/s200/AlbertBaertsoen%252BTheLittleQuai%252B1902%252BEmporium%252BVolumeXVI-number96%252Bpage418.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As a child Albert walked the streets of Ghent with the artist&amp;nbsp; Gustave Den Duyts. The River Lys, seen in &lt;i&gt;Thaw In Ghent &lt;/i&gt;was his daily companion.&amp;nbsp; Den Duyts recommended him to&amp;nbsp; Jean Delvin, who became Baertsoen's artistic mentor.. Baertsoen had his first exhibition in Paris at twenty-two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwj5q4zCqtY/TxMqEWp5-OI/AAAAAAAAOEU/Td7KDBT7N0k/s1600/Albertbaertsoen%252BASquareInFlanders%252BMuseum-Antwerp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="116" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwj5q4zCqtY/TxMqEWp5-OI/AAAAAAAAOEU/Td7KDBT7N0k/s200/Albertbaertsoen%252BASquareInFlanders%252BMuseum-Antwerp.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baertsoen's work is difficult to categorize, yet it is similar in appearance to the American Luminism&amp;nbsp; A meticulous artist who made many sketches before he began each painting, Baertsoen also excelled at etching.&amp;nbsp; This meditative characteristic of his work connects it to luminism.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QGZ2aELp1KA/TxM1wDYxoeI/AAAAAAAAOEk/Z2R7FpxwR0E/s1600/AlbertBaertsoen%252BVoortmanHouseAndParkInTheSnow%252B1900%252BMuseumofFineArt%252BGhent.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="147" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QGZ2aELp1KA/TxM1wDYxoeI/AAAAAAAAOEk/Z2R7FpxwR0E/s320/AlbertBaertsoen%252BVoortmanHouseAndParkInTheSnow%252B1900%252BMuseumofFineArt%252BGhent.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His contemporaries saw in his work presentiments of the hidden lives of buildings, akin to the art of Fernand Khnopff, who was born&amp;nbsp; at nearby Dendermonde.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Although Baertsoen created no obvious personal mythology in his art, he did share Khnopff's&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; inclination to crop his images in unexpected ways.&amp;nbsp; Whether this owes much to photography or is evidence of the walker's perspective is a curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a-nzrkuKvj0/TxMjd1jJz3I/AAAAAAAAOD8/x02hEtrDV70/s1600/AlbertBaertsoen%252BBruges%252Betching%252B1909%252B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a-nzrkuKvj0/TxMjd1jJz3I/AAAAAAAAOD8/x02hEtrDV70/s200/AlbertBaertsoen%252BBruges%252Betching%252B1909%252B.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What keeps Baertsoen's lyricism from being too pretty&amp;nbsp; is his pessimism.&amp;nbsp; Ghent was the place by which he measured the rest of Flanders. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Although he visited Bruges,&amp;nbsp; Baertsoen's interpretation of the medieval city sees beyond the picturesque -&amp;nbsp; abandoned beguinages, convents turned into shops - to its long tradition of devotion.&amp;nbsp; He understood - in the memorable phrase of Hippolyte Fierens-Gevaert&amp;nbsp; - that "the targedy of Bruges is that it has failed to detach itself from the rosary of old Flemish towns" (translation mine).&amp;nbsp; Industrialization brought new hardships along with new wealth, something the privileged Baertsoen observed in his work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3XVwTYoUnto/TxHTa6pZe3I/AAAAAAAAODM/9ng4ZTCfJvc/s1600/tmp_17da4af30253304de8ff952de0ba0e10.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3XVwTYoUnto/TxHTa6pZe3I/AAAAAAAAODM/9ng4ZTCfJvc/s200/tmp_17da4af30253304de8ff952de0ba0e10.gif" width="158" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Although his artistic output was small, several works take&amp;nbsp; their vantage point from the canals of Flanders, that is from a boat.&amp;nbsp; As one example, in 1898, Baertsoen embarked on a trip down the Ghent-Ternuezen Canal from his hometown to the Dutch port city of Ternuezen.&amp;nbsp; The houseboat was both home and floating studio where Baertsoen painted tranquil scenes of the small Flemish towns along the canal, that gradually were&amp;nbsp; replaced by gritty views of working barges in the industrial north. &lt;i&gt;The Little Watercourse In Flanders At Twilight&lt;/i&gt; is a well-known souvenir of the Baertsoen's houseboat days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eRvmf_po10U/TxMyzzrCMhI/AAAAAAAAOEc/SnzPaiRTqQE/s1600/AlbertBaertsoen%252BLightersInTheSnow-London%252BNationalMuseumOfWesternArt-Tokyo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eRvmf_po10U/TxMyzzrCMhI/AAAAAAAAOEc/SnzPaiRTqQE/s200/AlbertBaertsoen%252BLightersInTheSnow-London%252BNationalMuseumOfWesternArt-Tokyo.jpg" width="195" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Germans invaded neutral Belgium in the early months of World War I.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Flanders became the ground on which some of the war's most horrific fighting took place. &amp;nbsp; Baertsoen moved to London to be with his grown son. The artist was also reunited with his friend Emile Claus as the two worked in the studio of American painter John Singer Sargent.&amp;nbsp; Widespread destruction notwithstanding, Baertsoen returned home to Ghent when the war ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2yzB00apFOQ/TxMkycY-KMI/AAAAAAAAOEE/ohf5Jjs-yNk/s1600/albertbaertsoen%252Bc1910%252BLibrarireNationaleD%2527ArtEtD%2527Histoire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2yzB00apFOQ/TxMkycY-KMI/AAAAAAAAOEE/ohf5Jjs-yNk/s200/albertbaertsoen%252Bc1910%252BLibrarireNationaleD%2527ArtEtD%2527Histoire.jpg" width="134" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Images:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. A Ghent Evening, 1903, Musee d'Art moderne, Brussels.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. Thaw In Ghent, 1902, Musee d'Orsay, Paris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. The Little Quai,&amp;nbsp; 1902, Emporium Magazine, Volume XVI, no. 96, page 418.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. A Square In Flanders, Museum of Fine Arts, Antwerp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Voortman House And Park In The Snow, 1900, Musee des Beaux-Arts, Ghent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6. A Quai In Bruges, etching, 1900, Musee d'Art moderne. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7. Petite cour en Flandre au crepuscule, 1899, Musee d'Orsay, Paris.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;8. Lighters in The Snow - London , National Museum of Western Art, Tokyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;9. unidentified photographer - Albert Baertsoen, c. 1910, National Library of Art &amp;amp; History, Brussels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;10. The Rope Layers At Nieuwpoort in The Snow, 1895,&amp;nbsp; Museum of Fine Art, Ghent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MMcjGFECldw/TxM4tuWSm4I/AAAAAAAAOEs/uGmcGaA1MdA/s1600/AlbertBaertsoen%252BRopeLayersAtNiewpoortIntheSnow%252B1895%252BVlaamseKunstcollectie-Belgium.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MMcjGFECldw/TxM4tuWSm4I/AAAAAAAAOEs/uGmcGaA1MdA/s320/AlbertBaertsoen%252BRopeLayersAtNiewpoortIntheSnow%252B1895%252BVlaamseKunstcollectie-Belgium.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For further reading: &lt;i&gt;Albert Baertsoen&lt;/i&gt; by Hippolyte Fierens-Gevaert, Brussels, G. Van-Orst: 1910. 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cPd7Ih25F5E/Tws3tZYHGNI/AAAAAAAAOBc/hLbFCflmvvw/s1600/GustaveMarissiuax%252BPortraitOfAugusteDonnay%252Bc1911-1914%252BMuseumOfWallonPhotography-Brussels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cPd7Ih25F5E/Tws3tZYHGNI/AAAAAAAAOBc/hLbFCflmvvw/s320/GustaveMarissiuax%252BPortraitOfAugusteDonnay%252Bc1911-1914%252BMuseumOfWallonPhotography-Brussels.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;“&lt;i&gt;As if art had aformula!&lt;/i&gt;” &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;– Gustave Marissiaux, 1898&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ygReCaXp5C8/Tws8chzNSlI/AAAAAAAAOBk/OjQRwr69VJ4/s1600/AugusteDonnay%252BTheImaginaryTheaterOfmauriceMaeterlinck%252BMuseeFelicienRops%252BNamur.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ygReCaXp5C8/Tws8chzNSlI/AAAAAAAAOBk/OjQRwr69VJ4/s320/AugusteDonnay%252BTheImaginaryTheaterOfmauriceMaeterlinck%252BMuseeFelicienRops%252BNamur.jpg" width="177" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beginnings and endings are arbitrary but necessary devices for shaping a story.&amp;nbsp; Ten years after the founding of&lt;i&gt; Les Vingt&lt;/i&gt; in 1883, a new artistic society&amp;nbsp; -&lt;i&gt; La Libre Esthetqiue&lt;/i&gt; or Free Aesthetics - was formed to promote new art in Brussels.&amp;nbsp; Blegium being a small country, there was overlap between the two groups and many of its members shared multiple friendships and influences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;   &lt;m:dispdef&gt;   &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;   &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;   &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;   &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;   &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;   &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;  &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt;&lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;&lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Armand Rassenfosse &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1862-1934) &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;photographer Gustave Marissiaux &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1875-1929) &lt;/span&gt;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; longtime friends of the painter Auguste Donnay &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1862-1921)&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;nbsp; Marissiaux traveled widely, making frequent visits to Brittany, Umbria and Venice.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; TheBelgians were admired for the luminosity of their photographs, but there were doubters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-39r_YwmzN5g/Twx_zFXBbjI/AAAAAAAAOCE/6zhf60RiMrg/s1600/EdouardHannon%252BSunbeams%252B1897%252BPhotoMuseum-Antwerp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="148" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-39r_YwmzN5g/Twx_zFXBbjI/AAAAAAAAOCE/6zhf60RiMrg/s200/EdouardHannon%252BSunbeams%252B1897%252BPhotoMuseum-Antwerp.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The recession of 1885-1886 caused a collapse in wages.&amp;nbsp; The Belgian Workers Party pressed for social reforms,including universal suffrage.&amp;nbsp; Protestsin the industrial cities of Liege and Charleroi were brutally suppressed by the authorities. Within this context, Belgian artphotography was seen as a bourgeois retreat from that reality.&amp;nbsp; Edouard Hannon&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1853-1931) &lt;/span&gt;was a founding member of the Association of Belgian photographers in 1874.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mdiVa79QG24/TwyCzlzts5I/AAAAAAAAOCM/BOXu96-7qZI/s1600/LeonardMisonne%252Buntitled-landscape%252Bc1895%252BHeering-Verlag%252B1976.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="155" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mdiVa79QG24/TwyCzlzts5I/AAAAAAAAOCM/BOXu96-7qZI/s200/LeonardMisonne%252Buntitled-landscape%252Bc1895%252BHeering-Verlag%252B1976.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Perhaps the finest Belgian pictorial photographer, Leonard Misonne &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1870-1943)&lt;/span&gt; was born intomaterial comfort at Gilly, near Charleroi.&amp;nbsp;Missonne studied to be a mining engineer but his frail constitution necessitated a less strenuous occupation.&amp;nbsp; He admired the French painters Millet andCorot, whose influence shows in his subject matter and&amp;nbsp; and&amp;nbsp; perspectives.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="QuoteText"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Light glorifies everything. It transforms and ennobles the most commonplace and ordinary subjects. The object is nothing; light is everything&lt;/i&gt;." &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3DgOraUK7o4/TwxboiT2PjI/AAAAAAAAOBs/0EL5JIIx8WE/s1600/GustaveMarissiaux%252BArmandRassenfosseInHisStudio%252Bc1911-1914%252BMuseumOf+WallonPhotography-Brussels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3DgOraUK7o4/TwxboiT2PjI/AAAAAAAAOBs/0EL5JIIx8WE/s200/GustaveMarissiaux%252BArmandRassenfosseInHisStudio%252Bc1911-1914%252BMuseumOf+WallonPhotography-Brussels.jpg" width="155" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rassenfosse and Donnay met when they were the principal poster artists for the publisher Auguste Bernard in Liege in the 1890s.&amp;nbsp; Marissiaux photographed his friends, immersed in their collections.&amp;nbsp; As we have noticed before, the aesthetic of ukiyo-e prints translated easily from hand-crafted woodblock printing to new techniques&amp;nbsp; in printing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cCNyQyNKJvU/TwxdMYDAiZI/AAAAAAAAOB0/Xr8BJ78wj4o/s1600/HenriCarriere%252BRedStarLine%252B1889%252BUniversityOfLiege.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cCNyQyNKJvU/TwxdMYDAiZI/AAAAAAAAOB0/Xr8BJ78wj4o/s200/HenriCarriere%252BRedStarLine%252B1889%252BUniversityOfLiege.jpg" width="123" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qiasX_Rk0MM/Twxd49Nf8KI/AAAAAAAAOB8/Fs23Z5VGH6g/s1600/ArmandRassenfosse%252BGenievreLaCroixRouge%252BMuseeD%2527Ixelles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="145" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qiasX_Rk0MM/Twxd49Nf8KI/AAAAAAAAOB8/Fs23Z5VGH6g/s200/ArmandRassenfosse%252BGenievreLaCroixRouge%252BMuseeD%2527Ixelles.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D-cw44YSqB8/TwyFtLVLJkI/AAAAAAAAOCU/vxKNjTQnccg/s1600/Alexandre+-+AlbertEdwardDrains%252BMorningAfterTheRain%252Bc1903%252BBibliothequeNationaleDeFrance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D-cw44YSqB8/TwyFtLVLJkI/AAAAAAAAOCU/vxKNjTQnccg/s200/Alexandre+-+AlbertEdwardDrains%252BMorningAfterTheRain%252Bc1903%252BBibliothequeNationaleDeFrance.jpg" width="138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;   &lt;m:dispdef&gt;   &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;   &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;   &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;   &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;   &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;   &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;  &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt;&lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;Born EdouardAlbert Drains in Paris &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1855-1925),&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;the photographer known professionally as Alexandre&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;moved to Brussels in 1875.&amp;nbsp; His&amp;nbsp; technical bravura, hiswillingness to try anything and his use of “instantaneous” flash photography&amp;nbsp; attracted the attention of Khnopff &amp;nbsp; He was in close contact with &lt;i&gt;Les XX,&lt;/i&gt;especially Jena Delville, Xavier Mellery and Mellery’s former pupil Khnopff.&amp;nbsp; In 1896 Alexandre executed platinum platesof works by Khnopff, which Khnopff then enhanced with color, creating a series of uniquenew images.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This work earned Alexandre aninvitation to join the British Linked Ring Brotherhood (&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1893-1908)&lt;/span&gt;, eventually becoming&amp;nbsp; official photographer to theroyal family.&amp;nbsp; He died&amp;nbsp; atNice.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dJ16tsA-o6Y/TwyI6r1UADI/AAAAAAAAOCc/TunARf43REk/s1600/Fernand+Khnopff%252BInThePast-D%2527Autrefois%252B+photographic-print-with-pastel%252B1905%252BRoyalMuseumOfFineArts-Brussels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dJ16tsA-o6Y/TwyI6r1UADI/AAAAAAAAOCc/TunARf43REk/s320/Fernand+Khnopff%252BInThePast-D%2527Autrefois%252B+photographic-print-with-pastel%252B1905%252BRoyalMuseumOfFineArts-Brussels.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the work of Fernand Khnopff &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1858-1921)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; painting and&lt;/span&gt; photography were combined in images of the artist's arbitrary, individual symbolism.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;D'Autrefois&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;i&gt;In The Past&lt;/i&gt;),. was modeled by the artist's sister Marguerite Freson-Khnopff, although you would have to be familiar with her from his previous works to recognize her likeness here.&amp;nbsp; Khnopff's psychological attitude toward his sister remains an enigma, and a story for another day. &amp;nbsp; But something he wrote in&lt;i&gt; Fashion In Art&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1896)&lt;/span&gt; suggests the impulses that behind &lt;i&gt;La Libre Esthetique,&lt;/i&gt; the idea, and the group he helped to found.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;(Note:&lt;i&gt; D'Autrefois&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;is the only known existing image that Khnopff planned as the central panel of a triptych intended to be a portrait of the city of Bruges.&amp;nbsp; It was to be flanked on the left by a view of canals and on the right by the tomb of Mary of Burgundy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Can it be true, as skeptics say, that in any work of art there is no thing but what we ourselves find in it, that we admire it, bot for its intrinsic merit, but because it answers to certain feelings of our own, and that we seek in it only a reflection of our own soul?&amp;nbsp; After all, it is quite possible&lt;/i&gt;.: -&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; Fernand Khnopff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;   &lt;m:dispdef&gt;   &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;   &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;   &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;   &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;   &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;   &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;  &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt;&lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;&lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QQGmbAUIdX0/Tw2jBGVL4tI/AAAAAAAAOCk/s1G3OfXYCWc/s1600/FernandKhnopff%252BDreamFlowers%252Bc1895%252Bpirvate-collection-Belgium.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QQGmbAUIdX0/Tw2jBGVL4tI/AAAAAAAAOCk/s1G3OfXYCWc/s320/FernandKhnopff%252BDreamFlowers%252Bc1895%252Bpirvate-collection-Belgium.jpg" width="122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Images:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. Gustave Marissiaux - Auguste Donnay, c. 1911-1914, Museum of Wallon Photography, Brussels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. Auguste Donnay - The Imaginary Theater of Maurice Materlinck, Musee Felicien Rops, Namur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. Edouard Hannon - Sunbeams, 1897, Museum of Photography, Antwerp.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. Leonard Misonne - untitled landscape, 1890s,&amp;nbsp; published by Heering-Verlag, Harzburg, 1976.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. Gustave Marissiaux - Armand Rassenfosse In his Studio, c. 1911-1914, Museum of Wallon Photography, Brussels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6. Henri Carriere - Red Star Line.Anvers-New York, 1898, University of Liege.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7. Armand Rassenfosse - Genievre la Croix Rouge, Musee d"Ixelles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;8. Alexandre -&amp;nbsp; Morning After The Rain, c.1903, Bibliotheque nationale de France, Paris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;9.&amp;nbsp; Fernand Khnopff - D'Autrefois (In The Past), pastel and watercolor over photograph of original work, 1905,&amp;nbsp; Belgian Royal Museum of Art, Brussels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;10. Fernand Khnopff - dream Flowers, 1895, private collection, Belgium. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;For further reading:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Artist and the Camera: Degas to Picasso&lt;/i&gt; by Dorothy M. Kosinsk, New Haven, Yale University Press: 1999.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-3658800279905047804?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/3658800279905047804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=3658800279905047804&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/3658800279905047804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/3658800279905047804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2012/01/free-aesthetic-in-belgium.html' title='The Free Aesthetic In Belgium'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cPd7Ih25F5E/Tws3tZYHGNI/AAAAAAAAOBc/hLbFCflmvvw/s72-c/GustaveMarissiuax%252BPortraitOfAugusteDonnay%252Bc1911-1914%252BMuseumOfWallonPhotography-Brussels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-1260173396222022392</id><published>2012-01-05T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T07:01:47.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Franz Melchers &amp; Japonisme In Belgium</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yXz-ihNtkGo/TwX2C2tVJ9I/AAAAAAAAOAM/rKMx85b-QVw/s1600/Herge-WeAreLost-TinTin%252BfromLesCigaresDuPharoan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yXz-ihNtkGo/TwX2C2tVJ9I/AAAAAAAAOAM/rKMx85b-QVw/s320/Herge-WeAreLost-TinTin%252BfromLesCigaresDuPharoan.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a story that ends in New York City and began in Belgium. &amp;nbsp; I've written before about the two decades it took from the time I bought a calendar of prints by Franz Melchers at the Metropolitan Museum until the day I held in my hands a copy of&lt;i&gt; L'An&lt;/i&gt;, the book that the prints&amp;nbsp; were created for, from the collection of New York University Library. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iAjbTmchey8/TwXxIRqnCWI/AAAAAAAAOAA/6Oe3zXolUsg/s1600/GeorgesLemmen%252BLesXX%252B1891%252BBibliothequeRoyaleAlbert1er%252BBrussels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iAjbTmchey8/TwXxIRqnCWI/AAAAAAAAOAA/6Oe3zXolUsg/s200/GeorgesLemmen%252BLesXX%252B1891%252BBibliothequeRoyaleAlbert1er%252BBrussels.jpg" width="199" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The date is February 2, 1889.&amp;nbsp; Two exhibitions opened in Brussels on that day, one at the Belgian Royal Museum of Fine Art and the other at a private home on la rue Royale.&amp;nbsp; Both the public and the critics eagerly anticipated the sixth exhibition of the avant garde group &lt;i&gt;Les Vingt&lt;/i&gt; (The Twenty), knowing it would provide delicious gossip.&amp;nbsp; With new works by Fernard Khnopff and his rival James Ensor, as well as Georges Lemmen and Theo Van Rysselberghe, and the French contingent of Claude Monet, Camille Pissarro, and Georges Seurat, lively conversations were guaranteed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6QDqHAntSEE/TwX3FiFLSbI/AAAAAAAAOAY/mJ2QDq8Tvt0/s1600/AugustDonnay%252BGardenUnderTheSnow%252BMuseeDeL%2527ArtWallon%252BLiege.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6QDqHAntSEE/TwX3FiFLSbI/AAAAAAAAOAY/mJ2QDq8Tvt0/s200/AugustDonnay%252BGardenUnderTheSnow%252BMuseeDeL%2527ArtWallon%252BLiege.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The other event was a gathering at the home of musician Edmond Michotte &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1831-1914), &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;a man of many friends, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;notably&amp;nbsp; artist Fernand Khnopff.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Michotte was a japanophile and the owner of a remarkable collection of art, some purchased&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;from his friend, the Parisian dealer Siegfried Bing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Michotte, also a convinced Wagneriite, often hosted&amp;nbsp; salons to show off his latest acquisitions to his friends,&amp;nbsp; the cream of literary and artistic Brussels.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAIuzi2ejzs/TwX3e-eiRhI/AAAAAAAAOAk/CYi3_yMRCpg/s1600/GeorgesLemmen%252BTheBeachArHiest%252B1891%252BMuseeD%2527Orsay-Paris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="161" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAIuzi2ejzs/TwX3e-eiRhI/AAAAAAAAOAk/CYi3_yMRCpg/s200/GeorgesLemmen%252BTheBeachArHiest%252B1891%252BMuseeD%2527Orsay-Paris.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On view were&amp;nbsp; prints by the likes of Houksai, Hiroshige, Harbunobu, and Tokoyuni. The press, sensing the moment, took enthusiastic notice.&amp;nbsp; "&lt;i&gt;Le tout Bruxelles est japonisant. Le japonisme a conquis droit de cité chez nous ; il est à la mode et c'est tout dire&lt;/i&gt;." &amp;nbsp; The death of the 'Anglomania' fad was declared; whether Michotte' friend and Anglophile Fernard Khnopff saw it that way is doubtful.&amp;nbsp; A critic for &lt;i&gt;La Jeune Belgique&lt;/i&gt; rhapsodized with all the cool detachment of a bee reeling from flower to flower of&amp;nbsp; "radiant art that blossoms spontaneously, as naturally as a flower" (translations mine).&amp;nbsp; Japan, according to M. Destree who had never been there, was "a wonderful and charming country."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vBK-pmlps-Q/TwX38-y0m0I/AAAAAAAAOAw/IrFdXVt_9c8/s1600/TheovanRysselberghe%252BLaLIbreEsthetqiue%252B1894%252BBibliothequeRoyaleAlbert1er%252BBrussels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vBK-pmlps-Q/TwX38-y0m0I/AAAAAAAAOAw/IrFdXVt_9c8/s200/TheovanRysselberghe%252BLaLIbreEsthetqiue%252B1894%252BBibliothequeRoyaleAlbert1er%252BBrussels.jpg" width="185" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If japonisme in Belgium was born that day, it had gestated in Michotte's salon for some time. At his urging, the Belgian government purchased&amp;nbsp; several works for the Royal Museum of History and Art.&amp;nbsp; (The collection is considered to be of the finest quality,&amp;nbsp; its preservation from fading that has altered many ukiyo-e prints a rarity.)&amp;nbsp; Other exhibitions followed at the Association for Art in Antwerp in 1892 and 1893.&amp;nbsp; Along with works from Michotte and Bing, more recent collectors Georges Lemmen and Theo Van Rysselberghe loaned works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mOXu3Msh3Vg/TwX4b4yafHI/AAAAAAAAOA8/BYrbFrNsSEM/s1600/GisbertCombaz%252BInterpretationDePaysage%252B1902%252BCityHallMuseum-Brussels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mOXu3Msh3Vg/TwX4b4yafHI/AAAAAAAAOA8/BYrbFrNsSEM/s1600/GisbertCombaz%252BInterpretationDePaysage%252B1902%252BCityHallMuseum-Brussels.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The diagonal, a staple of linear perspective since the Renaissance, appeared as a new invention in the hands of Japanese artists.&amp;nbsp; Rather than lines that converge at a single point, their images balanced and divided by vertical lines and created a sense of depth with multiple but not directly connected planes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Soon there was even a new magazine &lt;i&gt;La Libre Esthetique (The Free Aesthetic)&lt;/i&gt;. The Japanese influence is obvious in these images, especially that of Hokusai's &lt;i&gt;Great Wave Off Kanagawa &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(c. 1832)&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Typically, the influence appears stronger in the graphic arts., where two dimensions are the&amp;nbsp; given. Where the wave cuts across Lemmen's poster for &lt;i&gt;Les Vingts&lt;/i&gt; like a caesura through a line of verse, it organizes Auguste Donnay's &lt;i&gt;Jardin sous la neige&lt;/i&gt; by a series of meandering diagonals.&amp;nbsp; Decades Later Tin Tin and his fox terrier Milou ride the great wave&amp;nbsp; to adventure.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8jvTZhrxvxw/TwW_d1_fbKI/AAAAAAAAN_Q/7LRSq099ip0/s1600/Frontispiece.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8jvTZhrxvxw/TwW_d1_fbKI/AAAAAAAAN_Q/7LRSq099ip0/s200/Frontispiece.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back to&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;L'An&lt;/i&gt; (The Year) is a book of sixteen poems by Thomas Braun, one for each season and each month of the year, a common organizing principle for books. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Lesglaces de Janvier, Les jardins de Fevrier, Les barques du printemp, Lestempetes de Mars, Les chansons d'Avril, les vergers de Mai, Les Fontains deJuin, Les fenetres de l' Ete, Les Papillons de Juillet, Les roses d'Aout, Lesmeules de Septempbre, Les feuilles de l'Automne, Les labours d'Octobre, Lesbrumes de Novembre, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;and&lt;i&gt;Les sapins du Decembre.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;   &lt;m:dispdef&gt;   &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;   &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;   &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;   &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;   &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;   &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;  &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt;&lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;&lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W2jwJiC_HI4/TwXAKSxGNpI/AAAAAAAAN_c/lV1e1TDfOsM/s1600/GardenAndPoplars.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W2jwJiC_HI4/TwXAKSxGNpI/AAAAAAAAN_c/lV1e1TDfOsM/s200/GardenAndPoplars.jpg" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The illustrations are color lithographs, a printing process that had been invented in 1796 by a Bavarian printer Aloys Senefelder, but only became used&amp;nbsp; widely in the 1890s thanks to the popularity of Toulouse-Lautrec's works in the medium.&amp;nbsp; The book takes its shape from Melchers's illustrations; it is large and square.&amp;nbsp; Melchers achieved the effects of color separations seen in Japanese woodblock prints through a laborious process of hand-tinting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xKNVwciX4WQ/TwXBMq5WHtI/AAAAAAAAN_o/wOXr8f69tHs/s1600/FranzMelchers-Autumn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xKNVwciX4WQ/TwXBMq5WHtI/AAAAAAAAN_o/wOXr8f69tHs/s200/FranzMelchers-Autumn.jpg" width="185" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Franz Melchers (1868-1944) was born in Munster innorthwestern Germany. He studied art in Brussels and&amp;nbsp; later at The Hague with JanTooroop. He exhibited at the the International Exposition at Paris in 1889.Melchers died at Anvers (Antwerp) in occupied Belgium in 1944.&lt;br /&gt;Continuing for the rest of this year, The Blue Lantern will begin each month with a Franz Melchers lithograph&amp;nbsp; from &lt;i&gt;L'An&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TUrFHm2nxoE/TwXCBl3g0XI/AAAAAAAAN_0/tDebmCy45Ac/s1600/FranzMelchers-Summer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TUrFHm2nxoE/TwXCBl3g0XI/AAAAAAAAN_0/tDebmCy45Ac/s200/FranzMelchers-Summer.jpg" width="182" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Images:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. Herge - Nous sommes perdis, Milou, 1934, from Les Cigares du Pharoun, castmern, Brussels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. Georges Lemmen - Les Vingts, 1891, Bibliotheque Royale Albert 1er, Brussels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. Auguste Donnay - Le jardin sous la neige, Musee de l'Art Wallon, Liege.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. Georges Lemmen - The Beach At Heist, 1891,&amp;nbsp; Musee d'Orsay, Paris.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5.Theo Van Rysselberghe - La Libre Esthetique, 1894, Bibiliotheque Royale Albert 1er, Brussels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6.Gisbert Combaz - Interpretation de paysage, 1902, City Hall Museum, Brussels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7.,8.,9.,10. Franz Melchers - Frontispiece, Spring, Summer, Autumn, from L'An, 1897, Brussels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;   &lt;m:dispdef&gt;   &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;   &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;   &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;   &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;   &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;   &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;  &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt;&lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;&lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-1260173396222022392?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/1260173396222022392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=1260173396222022392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/1260173396222022392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/1260173396222022392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2012/01/franz-melchers-japonisme-in-belgium.html' title='Franz Melchers &amp; Japonisme In Belgium'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yXz-ihNtkGo/TwX2C2tVJ9I/AAAAAAAAOAM/rKMx85b-QVw/s72-c/Herge-WeAreLost-TinTin%252BfromLesCigaresDuPharoan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-7413659586553121486</id><published>2012-01-04T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T10:16:37.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year With Franz Melchers Begins Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sUOQhWrT49o/TwNQE3W4qJI/AAAAAAAAN_E/Kacv6Ihdkgg/s1600/FranzMelchers%252BJanuary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sUOQhWrT49o/TwNQE3W4qJI/AAAAAAAAN_E/Kacv6Ihdkgg/s320/FranzMelchers%252BJanuary.jpg" width="317" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Image: Franz Melchers - January, from L'An by Thomas Braun, 1897, Brussels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-7413659586553121486?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/7413659586553121486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=7413659586553121486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/7413659586553121486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/7413659586553121486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2012/01/year-with-franz-melchers-begins-here.html' title='A Year With Franz Melchers Begins Here'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sUOQhWrT49o/TwNQE3W4qJI/AAAAAAAAN_E/Kacv6Ihdkgg/s72-c/FranzMelchers%252BJanuary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-666228799478125250</id><published>2012-01-01T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T00:01:01.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e6MDd5xPj_o/TvzEiZgtG1I/AAAAAAAAN98/Ova3t-WRi-Y/s1600/TakahashiHaruka%252BNewYear%2527sCard%252B1928%252BBoston-MFA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e6MDd5xPj_o/TvzEiZgtG1I/AAAAAAAAN98/Ova3t-WRi-Y/s320/TakahashiHaruka%252BNewYear%2527sCard%252B1928%252BBoston-MFA.jpg" width="201" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Image: Takahashi Haruka - New Year's card, 1928, Leonard lauder collection, Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-666228799478125250?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/666228799478125250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=666228799478125250&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/666228799478125250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/666228799478125250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e6MDd5xPj_o/TvzEiZgtG1I/AAAAAAAAN98/Ova3t-WRi-Y/s72-c/TakahashiHaruka%252BNewYear%2527sCard%252B1928%252BBoston-MFA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-1169382890153388436</id><published>2011-12-29T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T11:56:55.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colors Dance:  Jean Lasne</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UBTa7m0iX7w/Tv4L-KeTPuI/AAAAAAAAN-I/RtSYqoFW3Ug/s1600/JeanLasne%252B1911-1940%252BTheFlautist%252BMuseumOfFineArts-Orleans-France.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UBTa7m0iX7w/Tv4L-KeTPuI/AAAAAAAAN-I/RtSYqoFW3Ug/s320/JeanLasne%252B1911-1940%252BTheFlautist%252BMuseumOfFineArts-Orleans-France.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the history-minded, the dates tell.&amp;nbsp; Jean Lasne&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; (10/07/1911-05/16/1940) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;was born at Bolbec near Le Havre and he died&amp;nbsp; when the Germans broke through the French lines at Ardennes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;one of the thousands of soldiers killed during the Battle of France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Twenty-eight years is not much time for a life or for painting but for Lasne nothing was wasted.&amp;nbsp; He admired the solidity of Cezanne's shapes, translating them into his own vibrant primary palette. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The emotional impact of Picasso's &lt;i&gt;Guernica&lt;/i&gt; was important too;&amp;nbsp; Lasne wanted to establish a dialogue between the viewer and the interior life of the painter.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In his canvases, the colors seem to talk to each other: the reds and the blues are chattering, the whites and greys murmur to each other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;If&amp;nbsp; feeling animates the canvas, if the canvas has humanity, the feeling will live only in a perfect form – the work&amp;nbsp; moves&amp;nbsp; indirectly but it is necessary that it moves&lt;/i&gt;".&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; (translation mine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMi187-OYbI/Tv4MKVtFjbI/AAAAAAAAN-U/hzBsn7-ZLT0/s1600/JeanLasne%252BTheHatBox%252B1938%252BMuseumOfthe1930s-Boulogne-Billancourt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sMi187-OYbI/Tv4MKVtFjbI/AAAAAAAAN-U/hzBsn7-ZLT0/s320/JeanLasne%252BTheHatBox%252B1938%252BMuseumOfthe1930s-Boulogne-Billancourt.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Images:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. Jean Lasne - The Flautist, undated, Musee des Beaux-Arts, Orleans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. Jean Lasne - The Hat Box, 1938, Musee des Annees 30, Boulogne-Billancourt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. Jean Lasne - La Mappemonde, 1939, Pompidou Center, Paris. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fOUuLwT5gZ0/Tv4N_ibq4FI/AAAAAAAAN-g/v1czM4jq6YY/s1600/JeanLasne%252BLaMappemoned%252B1939%252BPompidouCenter-Paris.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fOUuLwT5gZ0/Tv4N_ibq4FI/AAAAAAAAN-g/v1czM4jq6YY/s320/JeanLasne%252BLaMappemoned%252B1939%252BPompidouCenter-Paris.JPG" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-1169382890153388436?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/1169382890153388436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=1169382890153388436&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/1169382890153388436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/1169382890153388436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2011/12/colors-dance-jean-lasne.html' title='Colors Dance:  Jean Lasne'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UBTa7m0iX7w/Tv4L-KeTPuI/AAAAAAAAN-I/RtSYqoFW3Ug/s72-c/JeanLasne%252B1911-1940%252BTheFlautist%252BMuseumOfFineArts-Orleans-France.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-2457761060826563328</id><published>2011-12-27T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T06:22:05.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkness Spoken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3K5M8D-o09k/TvoatuNSogI/AAAAAAAAN9w/TgjPgLEVUPc/s1600/GustaveDore%252Bdetail-rfomMaenadsInAWood%252B1879%252BMFA-Boston.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3K5M8D-o09k/TvoatuNSogI/AAAAAAAAN9w/TgjPgLEVUPc/s320/GustaveDore%252Bdetail-rfomMaenadsInAWood%252B1879%252BMFA-Boston.jpg" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Orpheus I play&lt;br /&gt;death on the strings of life,&lt;br /&gt;and to the beauty of the Earth&lt;br /&gt;and your eyes, which administer heaven,&lt;br /&gt;I can only speak of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget that you also, suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;on that morning when your camp&lt;br /&gt;was still deep with dew, and a carnation&lt;br /&gt;slept on your heart,&lt;br /&gt;you saw the dark stream&lt;br /&gt;race past you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The string of silence,&lt;br /&gt;taut on the pulse of blood,&lt;br /&gt;I grasped your beating heart.&lt;br /&gt;Your curls were transformed&lt;br /&gt;into the shadow hair of night,&lt;br /&gt;black flakes of darkness&lt;br /&gt;buried your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't belong to you.&lt;br /&gt;Both of us mourn now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like the Orpheus I know&lt;br /&gt;life on the side of death,&lt;br /&gt;and the deepening blue&lt;br /&gt;of your forever closed eye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- Darkness Spoken by Ingeborg Bachmann, translated from the German by Peter Filkins, from &lt;i&gt;Darkness Spoken: Poems of Ingeborg Bachmann&lt;/i&gt;, Brookline, MA, Zephyr Press: 2006. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Image: Gustave Dore - detail from &lt;i&gt;Maenads In The Woods&lt;/i&gt;, 1879, Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At a time of year when new books are recommended to your attention, I want to suggest something not quite new but extraordinary: the poems of the Austrian writer Ingeborg Bachmann &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1926-1973)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes, her writing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is often dense with layered&amp;nbsp; images and has often been described as&amp;nbsp; hermetic, but the poems offer their special pleasures to those who meet the author in them for the first time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-2457761060826563328?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/2457761060826563328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=2457761060826563328&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/2457761060826563328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/2457761060826563328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2011/12/darkness-spoken.html' title='Darkness Spoken'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3K5M8D-o09k/TvoatuNSogI/AAAAAAAAN9w/TgjPgLEVUPc/s72-c/GustaveDore%252Bdetail-rfomMaenadsInAWood%252B1879%252BMFA-Boston.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-8129803602430112095</id><published>2011-12-25T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T00:01:00.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons Greetings To One And All !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5HJyCXYcxjw/TutWOdRCqeI/AAAAAAAAN7Q/9oYIdYpsta8/s1600/KoloMoser%252BVerSacrum%252BDecember%252B1903.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5HJyCXYcxjw/TutWOdRCqeI/AAAAAAAAN7Q/9oYIdYpsta8/s320/KoloMoser%252BVerSacrum%252BDecember%252B1903.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas &lt;br /&gt;Joyeux Noel&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Navidad&lt;br /&gt;Buon Natale&lt;br /&gt;Zalig Kerstmis&lt;br /&gt;God Jul&lt;br /&gt;Frohe Weihnachten&lt;br /&gt;Prettige Kertsdagen&lt;br /&gt;Mele Kelikamaka&lt;br /&gt;Boas Festas&lt;br /&gt;Gelukkig Kerstfeest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Image: Koloman Moser - December, 1903, for &lt;i&gt;Ver Sacrum&lt;/i&gt; calendar, University of Heidelberg Digital Library. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-8129803602430112095?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/8129803602430112095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=8129803602430112095&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/8129803602430112095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/8129803602430112095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2011/12/seasons-greetings-to-one-and-all.html' title='Seasons Greetings To One And All !'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5HJyCXYcxjw/TutWOdRCqeI/AAAAAAAAN7Q/9oYIdYpsta8/s72-c/KoloMoser%252BVerSacrum%252BDecember%252B1903.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-4616187482735171857</id><published>2011-12-24T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T06:28:00.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Feast Of The Seven Fishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-msYopG6GkPs/TuiyzLpezsI/AAAAAAAAN6w/xJelWo9Aa6s/s1600/MarthePicaret%252BEatLessMeat%252BAustralianWarMemorial-website.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-msYopG6GkPs/TuiyzLpezsI/AAAAAAAAN6w/xJelWo9Aa6s/s320/MarthePicaret%252BEatLessMeat%252BAustralianWarMemorial-website.jpg" width="206" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From southern Italy comes a Christmas Eve custom: the feast of the seven fishes.&amp;nbsp; I like to imagine seven fish feasting, something a little different.&amp;nbsp; Seven is said to be a lucky number but not if you are number seven on a dinner plate.&amp;nbsp; As a small child in coastal Massachusetts, I would walk beside my parents along the slatted wooden piers&amp;nbsp; past the lobster troughs where diners at ocean-front restaurants could select their personal dinner.&amp;nbsp; They admonished me not to touch&amp;nbsp; because they lobsters snapped.&amp;nbsp; I remember thinking that I would, too, if&amp;nbsp; I were about to be boiled alive like some unfortunate creature in a Grimm fairy tale . &amp;nbsp; But I'm not.&amp;nbsp; I'm a vegetarian.&amp;nbsp; "Fish gotta swim, birds gotta fly..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s---LO7ODdA/Tu9aPHI-vCI/AAAAAAAAN8I/kO20jQ5Hw6c/s1600/DedhamPottery%252BLobsterPlate%252Bc1896-1929%252BBostonMFA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s---LO7ODdA/Tu9aPHI-vCI/AAAAAAAAN8I/kO20jQ5Hw6c/s320/DedhamPottery%252BLobsterPlate%252Bc1896-1929%252BBostonMFA.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.S.&amp;nbsp; The Dedham Pottery is still in operation just south of Boston, not far inland from the Atlantic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Image:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1.Marthe Picaret - Manger Moins de Viande, Australian War Memorial website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. Dedham Pottery - crackle-glaze lobster plate, c. 1869-1929, Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-4616187482735171857?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/4616187482735171857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=4616187482735171857&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/4616187482735171857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/4616187482735171857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2011/12/feast-of-seven-fishes.html' title='The Feast Of The Seven Fishes'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-msYopG6GkPs/TuiyzLpezsI/AAAAAAAAN6w/xJelWo9Aa6s/s72-c/MarthePicaret%252BEatLessMeat%252BAustralianWarMemorial-website.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-4049022690663976597</id><published>2011-12-22T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T07:35:55.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evanescence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8UEQziqrydM/TvIs_gc4tPI/AAAAAAAAN8Q/jSvzpQBbVbQ/s1600/Georgia+O%2527Keeffe+%252B1958%252BLadder+to+the+Moon%252BWhitneyMuseumOfAmericanArt%252BNYC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8UEQziqrydM/TvIs_gc4tPI/AAAAAAAAN8Q/jSvzpQBbVbQ/s200/Georgia+O%2527Keeffe+%252B1958%252BLadder+to+the+Moon%252BWhitneyMuseumOfAmericanArt%252BNYC.jpg" width="148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I first saw Michale Schuyt's photograph of the Jantar Mantar, a celestial observatory built at Jaipur, India in the 18th century, I was reminded of Georgia O'Keefe's &lt;i&gt;Ladder To The Moon&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; With its seemingly random placement of stone stairways&amp;nbsp; the observatory looked like a collection of movable gateways waiting for the planes to land.&amp;nbsp; It looked surreal, rather than what it was, the embodiment of scientifically calculated star-watching posts.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In fact, stairways to the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qs6UXZE3pjY/TvIyTyLpv4I/AAAAAAAAN8w/sswRujbMysw/s1600/EliotEliisofon%252BMarcelDuchampInNewYorkCity%252B1952%252BLifeMagazine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qs6UXZE3pjY/TvIyTyLpv4I/AAAAAAAAN8w/sswRujbMysw/s200/EliotEliisofon%252BMarcelDuchampInNewYorkCity%252B1952%252BLifeMagazine.jpg" width="158" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When Karl Marx wrote "everything that is solid melts into air"&amp;nbsp; he wasn't thinking&amp;nbsp; about stairs but he could have been.&amp;nbsp; A stairway is a structure built to solve the problem of&amp;nbsp;ascending and descending in space, something the human body is not well equipped to do.&amp;nbsp; I think of Marcel Duchamp's scandalous 1913 painting &lt;i&gt;Nude Descending A Staircase&lt;/i&gt; and then its 1952 recreation by the photographer Eliot Elisofon.&amp;nbsp; Once you get past the initial recognition of the joke, you notice how awkward the real moving person appears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AP1LGg7_V_w/TvIww_HcnQI/AAAAAAAAN8g/zkkmzK6P2Pg/s1600/Jacques-HenriLartigue%252BMyAunt%252B1906%252BAssociationDesAmisdeJ-hLartigue%252BParis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AP1LGg7_V_w/TvIww_HcnQI/AAAAAAAAN8g/zkkmzK6P2Pg/s200/Jacques-HenriLartigue%252BMyAunt%252B1906%252BAssociationDesAmisdeJ-hLartigue%252BParis.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In terms of physics, a staircase is a lever or a treadmill. that multiplies energy. &amp;nbsp; While Superman can leap tall buildings in a single leap, the rest of us can only reach such heights with a sustained expenditure of energy.&amp;nbsp; The aunt of Frenchman Jacques-Henri Lartigue seems to have mastered the "leap" decades before Superman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGOwmp4rjFM/TvIw0myYiOI/AAAAAAAAN8o/B1Lk1ghaqWw/s1600/OskarSchlemmer%252BBauhausStairway%252B1932%252BMOMA-NYC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGOwmp4rjFM/TvIw0myYiOI/AAAAAAAAN8o/B1Lk1ghaqWw/s200/OskarSchlemmer%252BBauhausStairway%252B1932%252BMOMA-NYC.jpg" width="138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oskar Schlemmer's &lt;i&gt;Bauhaus Stairway&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; displays the co-ordinate geometry of Descartes in action.&amp;nbsp; Just as the mathematics of multiple variables is encapsulated in Giacomo Barozzi da Vignola's design&amp;nbsp; of a stairway with a curvilinear sluice way running down its center. at Villa Lante in Bagnaia.&amp;nbsp; The effortless cascading water is a contrast with the energy required to walk up the stairs.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the gestalt psychologist Wolfgang Kohler wanted to measure the intelligence of chimpanzees during World War I, he built a staircase.&amp;nbsp; Then he placed a bunch of bananas at the top and waited to see what the chimps would do.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XZaE-xgxaa0/TvIzOTeOM-I/AAAAAAAAN84/o3B3eXU-Lz8/s1600/CarloPonti%252Bc1850s%252BPalazzoContariniDellaScala-orDalBovolo%252BNationalGalleriesOfScotland.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XZaE-xgxaa0/TvIzOTeOM-I/AAAAAAAAN84/o3B3eXU-Lz8/s200/CarloPonti%252Bc1850s%252BPalazzoContariniDellaScala-orDalBovolo%252BNationalGalleriesOfScotland.jpg" width="143" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;According to Aristotle, the stairway represented the divine order of the universe.&amp;nbsp; In their metaphysical ambition to link heaven and earth, the early Mesopotamians melded the stairway and the spiral when they created their legendary ziggurat. The&amp;nbsp; double helix staircase at Chateau de Chambord,&amp;nbsp; its design attributed to Leonardo da Vinci, is a puzzle ( how can you see another person on the stairs but not meet them face to face?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IsX1kvzR1LA/TvIvg3ZD_fI/AAAAAAAAN8Y/5RLtCFD2ws8/s1600/KokkeiShinbunSha-publisher%252BWorshippersGoingToTheOkuNoInFromEhagakiSekai%252B1907%252BBostonMFA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IsX1kvzR1LA/TvIvg3ZD_fI/AAAAAAAAN8Y/5RLtCFD2ws8/s200/KokkeiShinbunSha-publisher%252BWorshippersGoingToTheOkuNoInFromEhagakiSekai%252B1907%252BBostonMFA.jpg" width="128" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clerics and all manner of royal personages have deployed stairways in&amp;nbsp; grandiose ceremonies and&amp;nbsp; buildings.&amp;nbsp; The same impulse appears in modern popular songs with such titles as &lt;i&gt;Stairway To The Stars&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Stairway To Paradise&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;Stairway To Heaven&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Aspects of worship or pilgrimage are often associated with climbing, as in a Jacob's Ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KJA_r98VEFQ/TvIz3B9EJhI/AAAAAAAAN9A/jhpGkpZvcZc/s1600/BernardDejonghe%252BSevenWhiteStairsAndSevenMillstones%252BCiteDelaCeramique-Sevres%252B1990.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KJA_r98VEFQ/TvIz3B9EJhI/AAAAAAAAN9A/jhpGkpZvcZc/s200/BernardDejonghe%252BSevenWhiteStairsAndSevenMillstones%252BCiteDelaCeramique-Sevres%252B1990.jpg" width="140" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A stairway implies the magic and mystery of the transitory,&amp;nbsp; the idea of ascending toward the invisible with all its attendant  symbolism.&amp;nbsp; A spiral or helix stairway could be energy frozen in time and space, like freezing water.&amp;nbsp; The seven white stairs and the seven millstones of Sevres combine layers of symbolism in marmoreal tranquility. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yF-TG-ios-U/TvN5wlyF0NI/AAAAAAAAN9M/RWyoNdKn7Xc/s1600/PierreHenridevalenciennes%252BRockyStairwayCoveredWithMoss%252BLouvreMuseum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="148" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yF-TG-ios-U/TvN5wlyF0NI/AAAAAAAAN9M/RWyoNdKn7Xc/s200/PierreHenridevalenciennes%252BRockyStairwayCoveredWithMoss%252BLouvreMuseum.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A neglected stairway is a melancholy sight, its disrepair suggesting better times have gone by.&amp;nbsp; Moss sets into the cracks as ivy curls around the trees in Valenciennes's&amp;nbsp; watercolor.&amp;nbsp; Even the light seems to be in retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zoDVcr-yeOs/TvN8FgbApgI/AAAAAAAAN9Y/7cxyVrJdQxY/s1600/AndreKertesz%252BLeParcDeSceauxAL%2527Automne%252B1926%252BMediatheque-Paris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zoDVcr-yeOs/TvN8FgbApgI/AAAAAAAAN9Y/7cxyVrJdQxY/s200/AndreKertesz%252BLeParcDeSceauxAL%2527Automne%252B1926%252BMediatheque-Paris.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A century after Valenicennes, a grand staircase at Parc de Sceaux near Paris, as photographed by the recent immigrant Andre Kertesz, is the image of desertion.&amp;nbsp; No footsteps have disturbed the wind-blown leaves from their resting places, no broom or rake has tidied them.&amp;nbsp; A stairway, and a grand one at that, it commands respect for human ingenuity as it reminds us of the flux at the heart of existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Images:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. Georgia O'Keeffe - Ladder To The Moon, 1958, Whitney Museum of American Art, NYC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. Eliot Elisofon - time-lapse photograph of Marcel Duchamp descending a staircase - NYC, 1952, Library of Congress, Washington, D.C. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. Jacques-Henri Lartigue - My Aunt, 1906, Association des Amis de J.-H. Lartigue, Paris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. Oskar Schlemmer - Bauhaus Stiarway, 1932,&amp;nbsp; Museum of Modern Art, NYC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; Carlo Ponti -&amp;nbsp; Palazzo Contarini della Scala, c. 1850s, National Galleries of Scotland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6. Kokkei Shinbun Sha, publisher - Worshipers Going To the Oku No In From Ehagati Sekai, 1907, Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7. Bernard de Jongghe - The Seven White Stairs And The Seven Millstones, 1990, Cite de la ceramique, Sevres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;8. Pierre Henri de Valenciennes (1750-1819) - &amp;nbsp; A Cobblestone Stairway Covered With Moss, undated, Louvre Museum, Paris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;9. Andre Kertesz -&amp;nbsp; Le parc de&amp;nbsp; Sceaux in Autumn, 1926, Mediatheque, Paris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-4049022690663976597?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/4049022690663976597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=4049022690663976597&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/4049022690663976597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/4049022690663976597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2011/12/evanescence.html' title='Evanescence'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8UEQziqrydM/TvIs_gc4tPI/AAAAAAAAN8Q/jSvzpQBbVbQ/s72-c/Georgia+O%2527Keeffe+%252B1958%252BLadder+to+the+Moon%252BWhitneyMuseumOfAmericanArt%252BNYC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-8808247098020992542</id><published>2011-12-22T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T00:30:02.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Winter Number Begins Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RVmBf9JADow/Tt4wB4UrcfI/AAAAAAAAN40/EGUz0t40GnI/s1600/HelenDryden%252BFashionFete%252BNovember1914-NYC%252BMOCONY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RVmBf9JADow/Tt4wB4UrcfI/AAAAAAAAN40/EGUz0t40GnI/s320/HelenDryden%252BFashionFete%252BNovember1914-NYC%252BMOCONY.jpg" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Image: Helen Dryden - Fashion Fete, November 1914, Museum of the City of New York.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-8808247098020992542?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/8808247098020992542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=8808247098020992542&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/8808247098020992542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/8808247098020992542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2011/12/our-winter-number-begins-here.html' title='Our Winter Number Begins Here'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RVmBf9JADow/Tt4wB4UrcfI/AAAAAAAAN40/EGUz0t40GnI/s72-c/HelenDryden%252BFashionFete%252BNovember1914-NYC%252BMOCONY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-8603085991343351965</id><published>2011-12-17T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T10:35:28.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossing The Bridge To Abtsraction And Back: Janet Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uekZ89-kMp8/TuzQzsxtSYI/AAAAAAAAN7Y/AmENS9e-Ckg/s1600/JanetFish%252BDragonKite%252B2007%252B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uekZ89-kMp8/TuzQzsxtSYI/AAAAAAAAN7Y/AmENS9e-Ckg/s320/JanetFish%252BDragonKite%252B2007%252B.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are no such things as still lives." - Erica Jong, from &lt;i&gt;Fruits &amp;amp; Vegetables&lt;/i&gt;, New York, Holt, Rinehart &amp;amp; Winston: 1970&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7eEQpveiNsw/TuzeX3C7NgI/AAAAAAAAN74/Nz1mDjEc--I/s1600/JanetFish%252BHerbTea%252BSmithCollegeMuseumOfArt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7eEQpveiNsw/TuzeX3C7NgI/AAAAAAAAN74/Nz1mDjEc--I/s320/JanetFish%252BHerbTea%252BSmithCollegeMuseumOfArt.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Definitely not in the paintings of Janet Fish. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; For almost half a century, Fish &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(b. 1933)&lt;/span&gt; has executed compositions of extreme complexity while at the same time using even the brightest colors to create illusions of transparency.&amp;nbsp; Equally dazzling displays of glass and shrink wrap suggest the comfort of an artist who encountered Pop Art early on.&amp;nbsp; The works in her first solo exhibition in 1971 sold out before the show opened.&amp;nbsp; Even people who don't recognize the artist's name have seen her iconic images of canned fruits and massed bottles of Smirnoff vodka or Kraft dressing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NET9dUXFPVc/TuzaDCwPEUI/AAAAAAAAN7o/gwdHZnok3KY/s1600/janetFish%252BDishesFromJapan%252B2003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="141" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NET9dUXFPVc/TuzaDCwPEUI/AAAAAAAAN7o/gwdHZnok3KY/s200/janetFish%252BDishesFromJapan%252B2003.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fish has said that she turned to the painting of still life as a bridge between representation and abstraction.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When she was a student at the Yale School of Art in the early 1960s, abstract expressionism was a weighty orthodoxy, enforced by New York critics and difficult for young artists to ignore.&amp;nbsp; Representation was considered old-fashioned, abstraction equaled progress, and the  arts post-war were about progress just as&amp;nbsp; much as business was.&amp;nbsp; "Progress is our  most important product" was the official motto of General Electric,  after all.&amp;nbsp; Fish recalls that "I told a cold look at the product - all  hot air and mirrors - it didn't mean anything to me.&amp;nbsp; It was a set of  rules."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qv0mGKrZtQU/TuzbN-_LGVI/AAAAAAAAN7w/BsWh3IV_tN0/s1600/JanetFish%252BOrangePinkGreen%252B2003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qv0mGKrZtQU/TuzbN-_LGVI/AAAAAAAAN7w/BsWh3IV_tN0/s200/JanetFish%252BOrangePinkGreen%252B2003.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Luckily for Fish, one of her first mentors was Alex Katz,&amp;nbsp; who painted the way he wanted to and encouraged Fish to find her own way, too.&amp;nbsp; Unable to get an academic position after graduation because of her gender,&amp;nbsp; moved to New York City where she existed on odd jobs and kept painting.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"My mother had as much influence  on my career as any of my instructors did - probably more," Fish told a  reporter in 1982. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0jedWGNrRxM/Tuze78xhTFI/AAAAAAAAN8A/LAIuxPIv20E/s1600/JanetFish%252BTurkishDelight%252B2003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="174" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0jedWGNrRxM/Tuze78xhTFI/AAAAAAAAN8A/LAIuxPIv20E/s200/JanetFish%252BTurkishDelight%252B2003.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; "To alter the color is to change the feeling," according to Fish, so her turn to more delicate, abstemious use of color suggests&amp;nbsp; new interests.&amp;nbsp; For an artist whose work is described as distinctly American, her use of objects from Japan is notable. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;In&lt;i&gt; Dragon Kite &lt;/i&gt;the&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;plate, the bag and the tablecloth&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;are covered with scripts that are part of the composition while maintaining their discrete existences&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Like &lt;i&gt;Orange Pink Green&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;and other&amp;nbsp; recent works, color is still important although it is used sparingly.&lt;br /&gt;For Fish, whose early training was dominated by academic arguments, it may be perverse to suggest that her newer paintings bring to mind an argument from the 19th century academies of Europe, but here it is.&amp;nbsp; Is drawing primary or does a painting need color to be successful?&amp;nbsp; The best answer is that there is no answer, a Zen koan.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Maybe this is the message of the Dragon Kite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sgfJGnma9Hc/TuzXnstxWtI/AAAAAAAAN7g/qqDROY7CU-E/s1600/JanetFish%252BWhiteTulips%252B1999%252BDCMooreGallery.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sgfJGnma9Hc/TuzXnstxWtI/AAAAAAAAN7g/qqDROY7CU-E/s400/JanetFish%252BWhiteTulips%252B1999%252BDCMooreGallery.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quotes are from the essay &lt;i&gt;Janet Fish &lt;/i&gt;by Judith Stein, D. C. Moore Gallery: 1998.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Images by Janet Fish, from the D.C. Moore Gallery in NYC unless otherwise noted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. Dragon Kite, 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. herb Tea, Smith College Museum of Art,&amp;nbsp; Northampton, MA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. Dishes from Japan, 2003.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. Orange Pink Green, 2003.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. Turkish Delight, 2003. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6. White Tulips, 1999. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-8603085991343351965?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/8603085991343351965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=8603085991343351965&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/8603085991343351965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/8603085991343351965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2011/12/crossing-bridge-to-abtsraction-and-back.html' title='Crossing The Bridge To Abtsraction And Back: Janet Fish'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uekZ89-kMp8/TuzQzsxtSYI/AAAAAAAAN7Y/AmENS9e-Ckg/s72-c/JanetFish%252BDragonKite%252B2007%252B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-3204574661025537461</id><published>2011-12-14T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T11:38:59.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Praise Of Folly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n2J0RfG-eRY/Tui5FGt6HGI/AAAAAAAAN7I/XkYcWU9omFE/s1600/Jean-BaptisteLeroux%252BTheSwanAtHameauDeLaReineInTheSnow%252B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n2J0RfG-eRY/Tui5FGt6HGI/AAAAAAAAN7I/XkYcWU9omFE/s320/Jean-BaptisteLeroux%252BTheSwanAtHameauDeLaReineInTheSnow%252B.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ever since the advent of photography, its&amp;nbsp; promise of absolute realism in representation has been qualified by acts of human ingenuity, before, during, and after the picture is taken.&amp;nbsp; Our vexation at the complexities of a seemingly straightforward medium is encapsulated in the quip: "Who are you going to believe - me or your lying eyes?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As if on cue, a white swan glides past a small stone house.&amp;nbsp; An idyllic winter day in the country, with snow on the roof, but not too much,&amp;nbsp; no obvious signs of travail and no hint of ice on the water to trap the stately waterfowl.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We could be looking at a village in Normandy but it turns out to be &lt;i&gt;Le Hameau de la Reine&lt;/i&gt;, the queen's hamlet, built in 1783 for Marie Antoinette by her favorite architect Richard Mique on the grounds at Versailles.&amp;nbsp; Loyal to the end, Mique&amp;nbsp; ( "&lt;i&gt;un artist savant, habile, et digne de plus de gloire&lt;/i&gt;" - par Anne Higonnet) and his son were executed by a tribunal of the revolution for trying to save the life of his queen.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Model farms were among the favorite playthings of the French aristocracy in the 18th century, providing the excuse for adults to indulge in dress-up, costuming themselves as milkmaids&amp;nbsp; and shepherdesses.&amp;nbsp; The painter Fragonard duly recorded such happy moments, but to an enraged citizenry they may have looked like evidence of folly.&amp;nbsp; Today, Le Hameau is classified as a folly by architects, meaning that it was designed for pleasure or that is was&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; fake, like a Potemkin village designed for another 18th century monarch, Catherine the Great of Russia.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But there is a difference between the artificial and the fake, and Marie Antoinette intended her model farm as more than a plaything.&amp;nbsp; It provided food for the royal family, a home and a livelihood for poor local peasants and an example of&amp;nbsp; virtuous self-reliance to the nobility.&amp;nbsp; Orchards and gardens were cultivated, cows provided milk, chickens laid eggs, and fish from the ponds were caught and cooked.&amp;nbsp; It even offered a&amp;nbsp; respite from the cavernous spaces of the thousand rooms of the chateau, a&amp;nbsp; more human sense of scale.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Where this photograph fits in the story, the viewer decides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;For further reading:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Versailles and the Trianon &lt;/i&gt;by Pierre de Nolhac New York, Dood, Mead &amp;amp; Company: 1906.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Marie Antoinette, the Life of an Average Woman&lt;/i&gt; by Stefan Zweig, translated form the German by Eden and Cedar Paul, New York, Viking Press: 1933.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Image: Jean-Baptiste Leroux - Le colombier du Hameau de la Reine sous la neige. Versailles, Collection Jean-Baptiste Leroux, Paris, RMN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-3204574661025537461?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/3204574661025537461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=3204574661025537461&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/3204574661025537461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/3204574661025537461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-praise-of-folly.html' title='In Praise Of Folly'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n2J0RfG-eRY/Tui5FGt6HGI/AAAAAAAAN7I/XkYcWU9omFE/s72-c/Jean-BaptisteLeroux%252BTheSwanAtHameauDeLaReineInTheSnow%252B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-4803640336913667246</id><published>2011-12-09T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T06:33:04.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luminance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dLYWSx3hrDI/TuJaxjH8jhI/AAAAAAAAN5Y/pcQC_mt7Bco/s1600/PaulSignac%252BPlaceDesLices-SaintTropez%252B1893%252BCarnegieMuseumOfArt-Pittsburgh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dLYWSx3hrDI/TuJaxjH8jhI/AAAAAAAAN5Y/pcQC_mt7Bco/s320/PaulSignac%252BPlaceDesLices-SaintTropez%252B1893%252BCarnegieMuseumOfArt-Pittsburgh.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As the days get shorter in the Northern Hemisphere my contrarian thoughts turn to light.&amp;nbsp; Luminance is the term for perceived lightness, defined by scientists as the amount of light that comes from or is reflected off a flat surface (like a painting).&amp;nbsp; Color and light are processed by different parts of the eye/brain, and only in primates apparently.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In &lt;i&gt;Places des Lices. Saint-Tropez&lt;/i&gt;, Paul Signac gives a bravura demonstration of how luminance works and also why painting with dots - pointillism - does as well, even though the science behind that theory has been superceded by photometry.&amp;nbsp; Each area of light within the picture is composed of dabs of several different colors but, because each dab has equivalent luminance, the colors blend in a pleasing manner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are other things&amp;nbsp; in Signac's painting that are not immediately visible.&amp;nbsp; The man sitting on the bench has&amp;nbsp; the perfect day to himself.&amp;nbsp; Being human ourselves, we notice him first but although he has the scene to himself he is not the subject.&amp;nbsp; The trees have been (de)formed by the winds that blow off the Mediterranean, something that Signac, an amateur sailor, was particularly attuned.to. As he sailed around the Mediterranean, he might possibly have read &lt;i&gt;Afloat&lt;/i&gt;, a lyrical travelogue written by Guy de Maupassant and published in 1888.&amp;nbsp; In any case, both artist and writer made a point of visiting as many ports as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Afloat&lt;/i&gt; has recently been translated from the French by Douglas Parmee and published in the U.S. by New York Review Books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Image: Paul Signac - Place des Lices. Saint-Tropez, 1893, Carnegie Museum of Art, Pittsburgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-4803640336913667246?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/4803640336913667246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=4803640336913667246&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/4803640336913667246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/4803640336913667246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2011/12/luminance.html' title='Luminance'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dLYWSx3hrDI/TuJaxjH8jhI/AAAAAAAAN5Y/pcQC_mt7Bco/s72-c/PaulSignac%252BPlaceDesLices-SaintTropez%252B1893%252BCarnegieMuseumOfArt-Pittsburgh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-5736240243746110966</id><published>2011-12-06T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T11:17:54.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h2aM9FlhGyA/Tt41Pjt31HI/AAAAAAAAN5E/c-zsH9FS6qw/s1600/HenriLambert%252BPlateWithBlackbird%252Bc1873-1%2560875%252BMuseeD%2527Orsay-Paris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h2aM9FlhGyA/Tt41Pjt31HI/AAAAAAAAN5E/c-zsH9FS6qw/s320/HenriLambert%252BPlateWithBlackbird%252Bc1873-1%2560875%252BMuseeD%2527Orsay-Paris.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blackbird singing in the dead of night&lt;br /&gt;Take these broken wings and learn to fly&lt;br /&gt;All your life&lt;br /&gt;You were only waiting for this moment to arise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackbird singing in the dead of night&lt;br /&gt;Take these sunken eyes and learn to see&lt;br /&gt;All your life&lt;br /&gt;You were only waiting for this moment to be free."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- Blackbird by John Lennon &amp;amp; Paul McCartney, 1968.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5lWOY14AJoc/Tt42cipQXiI/AAAAAAAAN5M/UFFJOC-soJg/s1600/SimonAlbertBussy%252BPieBleueDeHimalaya%252B1925%252BRoubaix.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5lWOY14AJoc/Tt42cipQXiI/AAAAAAAAN5M/UFFJOC-soJg/s320/SimonAlbertBussy%252BPieBleueDeHimalaya%252B1925%252BRoubaix.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One is called the common blackbird and the other is the rare Himalayan blue magpie but they are related.&amp;nbsp; Both have bright red bills, both are talkative, and intelligent. Indeed the&lt;i&gt; pie bleu&lt;/i&gt; is considered by biologists to be one of the most intelligent of all animals.&lt;br /&gt;As to the artists, one is Simon Albert Bussy &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(c.1869-1954)&lt;/span&gt;, the son of a shoemaker who married Dorothy Strachey, sister of Lytton, and the other is porcelain painter Henri Lucien Lambert &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1836-1909)&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;nbsp; Both were French and both used birds often as occasions for decorative bravura in their work.&lt;br /&gt;Although we often think of decorative elements in connection with abstraction,&amp;nbsp; for these two artists decoration was anchored in reality.&amp;nbsp; It is true that Bussy's blue magpie has lilting tail-feathers not seen in nature but it is this touch that redeems the stiff&amp;nbsp; background composition.&amp;nbsp; The French were already in the grip&amp;nbsp; of &lt;i&gt;japonisme&lt;/i&gt; in 1873 when Lambert designed a set of dinnerware for the firm F.-E. Rousseau. Lambert's designs were an advance in verisimilitude over their previous Japanese-style dinnerware, designed by Felix Bracquemond.&amp;nbsp; Lambert's birds and animals, although stylized, appear in their natural surroundings, and draw on his familiarity with a variety of Japanese artists beyond Hokusai and Hiroshige.&amp;nbsp; So fully&amp;nbsp; realized is each plate that viewing them individually is even more satisfying than looking at the complete set.&amp;nbsp; Nothing common about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Images:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. Heni Lambert - Plate with blackbird, c.1873-1875, Musee d'Orsay, Paris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. Simon Albert Bussy - Himalayan Blue Magpie, 1925, Musee des Beaux-Arts, Roubaix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-5736240243746110966?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/5736240243746110966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=5736240243746110966&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/5736240243746110966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/5736240243746110966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2011/12/blackbird.html' title='Black Birds'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h2aM9FlhGyA/Tt41Pjt31HI/AAAAAAAAN5E/c-zsH9FS6qw/s72-c/HenriLambert%252BPlateWithBlackbird%252Bc1873-1%2560875%252BMuseeD%2527Orsay-Paris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-1796607706476948913</id><published>2011-12-03T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T11:05:24.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Philosopher In Paint:  Augustus Vincent Tack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1OnW5ftxD9k/Ttkeu-WK4dI/AAAAAAAAN3U/EqgdmUzhjPY/s1600/AugustusVincentTack%252BAspiration%252B1931.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="177" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1OnW5ftxD9k/Ttkeu-WK4dI/AAAAAAAAN3U/EqgdmUzhjPY/s320/AugustusVincentTack%252BAspiration%252B1931.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What got me thinking about Augustus Vincent Tack again was that I recently saw Terrence Malick's film &lt;i&gt;The&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt; Tree of Life&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Malick once wrote an introduction to a book of translations of the philosopher Martin Heidegger and it is possible that he is also familiar with a little known artist.&amp;nbsp; The sequences in T&lt;i&gt;he Tree of Life&lt;/i&gt; that give imaginative form to the creation of the cosmos would like at home with Tack's paintings.&amp;nbsp; What Malick wrote about Heidegger could also be the introduction to Tack:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;If we cannot educate ourselves to his purposes, then clearly his work will look like nonsense&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P3jMFwQaA98/Ttko-afjrGI/AAAAAAAAN3c/0hofi_whSZE/s1600/A+G+Tack%252BLiberation%252B1929%252Blunette-for-Music-Room.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P3jMFwQaA98/Ttko-afjrGI/AAAAAAAAN3c/0hofi_whSZE/s320/A+G+Tack%252BLiberation%252B1929%252Blunette-for-Music-Room.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easy to imagine the paintings of Augustus Vincent Tack&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; (1870-1949)&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; hanging in a gallery along with the Abstract Expressionists, even though they rejected the ideas that inspired Tack's art.&amp;nbsp; For Tack, the artist and the viewer&amp;nbsp; share a synesthetic experience, with colors evoking movement and emotion.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Synesthesia had become popular through&amp;nbsp; the colored vowels of Arthur Rimabud's poem &lt;i&gt;Les&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Voyelles &lt;/i&gt;to the paintings of Kandinsky.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;For post-war painters, the very idea was anathema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pvrTCW5fERg/TtprkXnQzZI/AAAAAAAAN38/dagNTkwWZ4Q/s1600/AGTack%252BRhythm%252B1929.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pvrTCW5fERg/TtprkXnQzZI/AAAAAAAAN38/dagNTkwWZ4Q/s200/AGTack%252BRhythm%252B1929.jpg" width="161" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In recent decades, Tack's work has suffered unfairly from a&amp;nbsp; form of guilt by association.&amp;nbsp; His images were associated with unfashionable ideas and so his work has been neglected.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; During his lifetime, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tack was fortunate to have a sympathetic  patron in the critic Duncan Phillips, who bought dozens of Tack's paintings. &amp;nbsp; When Phillips opened his eponymous museum, the Phillips Collection, in 1921, he commissioned murals from Tack for the museum. &amp;nbsp; But having most of your work located in one place can  limit your visibility, as the posthumous fate of Dwight William Tryon at  the Freer Gallery (also in Washington, D.C.) suggests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ye35_WcqRVw/TtphtcfFxMI/AAAAAAAAN3k/J9VrdaXc_Q4/s1600/AugustusVTack%252BTimeAndTimelessness%252Bc1943%252BPC-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="131" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ye35_WcqRVw/TtphtcfFxMI/AAAAAAAAN3k/J9VrdaXc_Q4/s320/AugustusVTack%252BTimeAndTimelessness%252Bc1943%252BPC-.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augustus Vincent Tack belongs to a stream in American art that has recently been called a third way, for its blending of European and Asian influence.&amp;nbsp;Tack admired the &lt;i&gt;japoniste&lt;/i&gt; John La Farge &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;(1835-1910)&lt;/span&gt; above all other American artists, and extended  the older artist’s use of the abstract and decorative properties of Japanese art in his own work.&amp;nbsp; Phillips saw it that way, too, writing that Tack’s work carried “forward the La Farge tradition in American painting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hCh3nMYiEZ8/TtpsvIVbfxI/AAAAAAAAN4E/IiwQQlnrZjw/s1600/AGTack%252BAllegro%252B1929.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hCh3nMYiEZ8/TtpsvIVbfxI/AAAAAAAAN4E/IiwQQlnrZjw/s200/AGTack%252BAllegro%252B1929.jpg" width="162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Where Asian art is seen as&amp;nbsp; static, Tack's is restlessness expressed in two dimensions.&amp;nbsp; His frequent use of a conceit borrowed from architecture - the lunette, or half-moon arch -&amp;nbsp; as a framing device, disguises the absence of any perspective point.&amp;nbsp; The artist puts the restlessness of our eyes to work to achieve his ends.&amp;nbsp; Some critics who disliked this, criticized&amp;nbsp; Tack's "distortions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTBc4zDjGnM/Ttpnb_IoKDI/AAAAAAAAN30/Mw97J0lziPA/s1600/aUGUSTUSvICETNTACK%252BWindswept%252BC1900-1902.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="171" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTBc4zDjGnM/Ttpnb_IoKDI/AAAAAAAAN30/Mw97J0lziPA/s200/aUGUSTUSvICETNTACK%252BWindswept%252BC1900-1902.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Who has not watched the rhythmical  serrations of sand, or snow -drifts blown by the wind, or wind blown  clouds, or the reflections of leaves in the water, or patches of sweet  fern growing on a hillside, or rain-stained walls or the the foliage of  thick growing crops&lt;/i&gt;?”&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;( Augustus Vincent Tack, c. 1944. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in his more conventional early works, like &lt;i&gt;Windswept&lt;/i&gt;, Tack's landscapes&amp;nbsp; are decorative in the way he uses&amp;nbsp; patches of rocky soil as counterpoint to the surrounding snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kGoyUNSx6Y4/TtpuKTfwP-I/AAAAAAAAN4U/NBd-fnd0SSc/s1600/AlfredStieglitz%252BEquivalent%252B1929%252BGEH.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kGoyUNSx6Y4/TtpuKTfwP-I/AAAAAAAAN4U/NBd-fnd0SSc/s200/AlfredStieglitz%252BEquivalent%252B1929%252BGEH.jpg" width="155" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--LsoXHMFUzA/TtptrTvXdBI/AAAAAAAAN4M/NTV2B9_ae2k/s1600/AlfredStieglitz%252BEquivalent%252B1929%252BGEH.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Phillips often displayed Tack's paintings with photographs by the contributors to &lt;i&gt;Camera Work&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And, in fact, Alfred Stieglitz had done something similar is his photographic series &lt;i&gt;Equivalents&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DW_rIKVs2aM/TtpwQ7EToTI/AAAAAAAAN4c/8kfQCJpC34M/s1600/Tack-Far_Reaches%252B1930.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DW_rIKVs2aM/TtpwQ7EToTI/AAAAAAAAN4c/8kfQCJpC34M/s200/Tack-Far_Reaches%252B1930.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In 1928, Duncan&amp;nbsp; Phillips realized his dream of having a gallery&amp;nbsp; decorated with murals by Tack.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The space, a music room which had irregular proportions, was challenging.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tack used all his favorite resources, including Catholic mysticism and Platonic philosophy.&amp;nbsp; During several trips to Italy in the early 1920s, Tack studied the Renaissance paintings of Giotto.&amp;nbsp; He also&amp;nbsp; responded strongly to encounters with old Roman mosaics.&amp;nbsp; Phillips was exultant at the result, calling it a "Hall of Cosmic Conceptions" , a place where the unity of life and art&amp;nbsp; became visible.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You may also be interested in &lt;i&gt;The Extraordinary John La Farge &lt;/i&gt;posted here April, 10, 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lnZxkyVlPD0/TtpiozjXNJI/AAAAAAAAN3s/X1_YkKz_v_Q/s1600/AugustusVicentTack%252BNight-AmargosaDesert%252B1935.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lnZxkyVlPD0/TtpiozjXNJI/AAAAAAAAN3s/X1_YkKz_v_Q/s320/AugustusVicentTack%252BNight-AmargosaDesert%252B1935.jpg" width="158" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Images:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. Augustus Vincent Tack - Aspiration, 1931, Phillips Collection, Washington, D.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. Augustus Vincent Tack - Liberation, a lunette for the music room, 1929, Phillips Collection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. Augutus Vincetn Tack, Rhythm, 1929, music room, Phillips Collection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. Augustus Vincent Tack - Time and Timelessness, c.1943, Phillips Collection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. Augustus Vicent Tack, Allegro, 1929, music room, Phillips Collection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6. Augustus Vincent Tack -&amp;nbsp; Windswept, c.1900-1905, Phillips Collection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7. Alfred Stieglitz - Equivalent, 1929, George Eastman House, Rochester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;8. Augustus Vincent Tack - Far Reaches,&amp;nbsp; 1930, Phillips Collection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Augustus Vincent Tacck - Night.Amargosa Desert, 1935, Phillips Collection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-1796607706476948913?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/1796607706476948913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=1796607706476948913&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/1796607706476948913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/1796607706476948913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2011/12/philosopher-in-paint-augustus-vincent.html' title='A Philosopher In Paint:  Augustus Vincent Tack'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1OnW5ftxD9k/Ttkeu-WK4dI/AAAAAAAAN3U/EqgdmUzhjPY/s72-c/AugustusVincentTack%252BAspiration%252B1931.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-8351507575478887226</id><published>2011-11-30T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T08:11:53.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bacchus In Autumn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OGdxgygA9as/TtUvT-N8ohI/AAAAAAAAN3M/psS-4cg3GtI/s1600/Jean-BaptisteLeroux%252BLeBassindeBacchusInAutumn-Versailles%252BCollectionJean-BaptisteLeroux-Paris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="395" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OGdxgygA9as/TtUvT-N8ohI/AAAAAAAAN3M/psS-4cg3GtI/s400/Jean-BaptisteLeroux%252BLeBassindeBacchusInAutumn-Versailles%252BCollectionJean-BaptisteLeroux-Paris.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What a melancholy sight Bacchus and and his four little satyrs make on a cold November day.&amp;nbsp; You can see ice crystals on the grapes so it must be early morning.&amp;nbsp; Imagine the temperature of the lead underneath the gilded&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;plomb dore&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Until March, when the women will gather in secret to celebrate the rituals of wine and&amp;nbsp; liberation, the party's over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Marsy brothers, Balthazar &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(c. 1624-1681) &lt;/span&gt;and Gaspard &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1628-1674)&lt;/span&gt; were sculptors employed by King Louis XIV.&amp;nbsp; They created the Fountain of Bacchus for the King's gardens at Versailles, along with the Fountain of Latone, mother of Apollo and Artemis, and the Fountain of Enceladus, the grand trumpeter.&amp;nbsp; If Bacchus was a god of excess, Louis XIV was his fervent acolyte.&amp;nbsp; Fully a third of the cost of the renovations to Versailles was spent on the waterworks to supply its 50 fountains.&amp;nbsp; Thanks to Louis XIV,&amp;nbsp; water is a problem at Versailles to this day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;For furthers reading: Thomas Hedin, &lt;i&gt;The Sculpture of Gaspard and Balthazard Marsy&lt;/i&gt;, Columbia (University of Missouri Press) 1983.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Image: Jean-Baptiste Leroux - Le bassin de Bacchus en automne -Chateau de Versailles, Collection Jean-Baptiste Leroux, Paris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-8351507575478887226?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/8351507575478887226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=8351507575478887226&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/8351507575478887226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/8351507575478887226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2011/11/bacchus-in-autumn.html' title='Bacchus In Autumn'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OGdxgygA9as/TtUvT-N8ohI/AAAAAAAAN3M/psS-4cg3GtI/s72-c/Jean-BaptisteLeroux%252BLeBassindeBacchusInAutumn-Versailles%252BCollectionJean-BaptisteLeroux-Paris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-5237965868400786116</id><published>2011-11-28T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T06:59:13.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carriere, Rodin. Steichen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7rL86viVG3Y/TtPcry3Eq5I/AAAAAAAAN2c/OIY8eYwu8c4/s1600/EugeneCarriere%252BNellyCarriere-FilleDeL%2527Artiste%252BMuseeD%2527Orsay-Paris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7rL86viVG3Y/TtPcry3Eq5I/AAAAAAAAN2c/OIY8eYwu8c4/s320/EugeneCarriere%252BNellyCarriere-FilleDeL%2527Artiste%252BMuseeD%2527Orsay-Paris.jpg" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6uHuudKYYpg/Tm-dqzPek-I/AAAAAAAANio/HEFN517Jm58/s1600/Euegencarriere%252BPotDeTerre%252BMuseeD%2527Orsay-Paris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="161" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6uHuudKYYpg/Tm-dqzPek-I/AAAAAAAANio/HEFN517Jm58/s200/Euegencarriere%252BPotDeTerre%252BMuseeD%2527Orsay-Paris.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One missing link between painting and photography. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Two artists and one unlikely friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Three strands of art: the realistic landscape of the Barbizon woods, the Impressionist landscapes of visual perception, and the Symbolist landscape of spirit and emotion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qUacPdESg9c/TtPcnp9rh6I/AAAAAAAAN2E/D_Fwgcm7bKY/s1600/Euegencarriere%252BL%253BEnfantEtLaSoupiere%252BMuseeD%2527Orsay-Paris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qUacPdESg9c/TtPcnp9rh6I/AAAAAAAAN2E/D_Fwgcm7bKY/s200/Euegencarriere%252BL%253BEnfantEtLaSoupiere%252BMuseeD%2527Orsay-Paris.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even people who had doubts about his painting admired Eugene Carriere &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1849-1906).&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; He came to Paris from his native Strassbourg, after apprenticing as a lithographer, to study painting at the Ecole des Beaux-Arts. Unable to return home when the Germans occupied Strasbourg in 1870, he joined the army. After being taken prisoner, he found refuge in&amp;nbsp; thoughts of art.&amp;nbsp; In search of commercial work, Carriere spent six cold months in England designing greeting cards.&amp;nbsp; With a wife and child to support, Carriere returned to Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6onERuGSI/TtPfuSvi4VI/AAAAAAAAN28/CKD99WDKDYc/s1600/EugeneCarriere%252BAugusteRodin%252B1897%252BArtInstituteOf+Chicago.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6onERuGSI/TtPfuSvi4VI/AAAAAAAAN28/CKD99WDKDYc/s200/EugeneCarriere%252BAugusteRodin%252B1897%252BArtInstituteOf+Chicago.jpg" width="126" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was at the Sevres Manufactures around 1880 that he met&amp;nbsp; the sculptor Auguste Rodin.&amp;nbsp; They were an unlikely pair but the two became fast friends.&amp;nbsp; Rodin was a womanizer and Carriere was a family man but the two artists inspired each other and often exhibited together.&amp;nbsp; Carriere continued to struggle to make a living while Rodin&amp;nbsp; was lionized, a state of affairs he did everything to promote, unlike the quiet homebody who lived (improbably) in that den of iniquity - Montmartre.&amp;nbsp; Today the Musee Rodin owns several works by Carriere that Rodin bought, both out of admiration and from a desire to help his struggling friend. &amp;nbsp;Carriere made a lithograph of his friend at work that was used as the poster for the Rodin pavillon at the Paris 1900 Exposition Universelle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rV8yg7uGOlE/TtPcmSCGrPI/AAAAAAAAN18/osblto-iPLI/s1600/EdwardSteichen%252BRoden-theThinker%252B1902%252BMetmuseum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="159" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rV8yg7uGOlE/TtPcmSCGrPI/AAAAAAAAN18/osblto-iPLI/s200/EdwardSteichen%252BRoden-theThinker%252B1902%252BMetmuseum.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In hindsight it is easy to see a connection between Rodin's revolutionary technique, the partial figures emerging from the marble block, and Carriere's subjects emerging through his monochromatic palette. &amp;nbsp;But inspiration and influence are not necessarily simple. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NgXyqy_TsFM/TtPcuPmrpFI/AAAAAAAAN2k/SzbD31D6740/s1600/MargueriteCarriereEcrivant%252BMuseeD%2527Orsay-Paris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="154" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NgXyqy_TsFM/TtPcuPmrpFI/AAAAAAAAN2k/SzbD31D6740/s200/MargueriteCarriereEcrivant%252BMuseeD%2527Orsay-Paris.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With successes at Galerie L'Art Nouveau Bing in 1896 and at the first Viennea&amp;nbsp; Secession in 1898, Carriere was able to open Academie Carriere in Paris. &amp;nbsp;Among his students were Henri Matisse and Andre Derain . Their radically different styles were linked to their teacher by a common disregard for realistic appearances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YKwfRTi4qMs/TtPcjrEFabI/AAAAAAAAN1s/kpGnO15W1Hs/s1600/EdwardSteichen%252BLaCigale%252B1901%252BMetmuseum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YKwfRTi4qMs/TtPcjrEFabI/AAAAAAAAN1s/kpGnO15W1Hs/s200/EdwardSteichen%252BLaCigale%252B1901%252BMetmuseum.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meanwhile Rodin became the most famous artist in the Western world &amp;nbsp; We should not let his reputation blind us to the influence that Carriere had on pictorial photographers. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTEuS1dehwc/TtPck7tneiI/AAAAAAAAN10/Ub0Pp0-_vw8/s1600/EdwardSteichen%252BMoonlight-Winter%252B1902%252BMetmusem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="161" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTEuS1dehwc/TtPck7tneiI/AAAAAAAAN10/Ub0Pp0-_vw8/s200/EdwardSteichen%252BMoonlight-Winter%252B1902%252BMetmusem.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Edward Steichen, a photographer in transit from his home in Luxembourg to the United States, studied Carriere's work and wrote about its influence on his pictures. Steichen also met Rodin and photographed him in his studio Like Carriere, the Austrian photographer Heinrich Kuhn also made his family the subject of his work. &amp;nbsp;And an unlikely but documented homage came from Pablo Picasso, who dedicated a drawing of a mother and child to Carriere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kRr4e3x50NQ/TtPco41SM_I/AAAAAAAAN2M/u0uZ7_faB0c/s1600/EugeneCarriere%252BCimetiereBreton%252BMuseeD%2527Orsay-Paris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kRr4e3x50NQ/TtPco41SM_I/AAAAAAAAN2M/u0uZ7_faB0c/s200/EugeneCarriere%252BCimetiereBreton%252BMuseeD%2527Orsay-Paris.jpg" width="148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The pictorial way of landscape or its arrnagement of still life can be explained in many ways. &amp;nbsp;From darkness to light, through the quiet vision of Eugene Carriere, is one worth memorializing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Images:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. Eugene Carriere - Nelly C.arriere, daughter of the Artist, Musee d"orsay, Paris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. Eugene Carriere -&lt;i&gt; Pot de terre&lt;/i&gt;, undated, Musee d'Orsay, Paris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. Eugene Carriere - Child with a Soupiere, Musee d'Orsay, Paris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. Eugene Carriere - Auguste Rodin,. lithograph, 1897, Art Institute of Chicago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. Edward Steichen - Rdoin and his Thinker, 1902, Metropolitan Museum of art, NYC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6. Eugene Carriere - &amp;nbsp;The Writer, Musee d'Orsay, Paris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7. Edward Steichen - La Cigale, 1901, Metropolitan Museum of Art, NYC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;8. Edward Steichen - Monnlight. Winter, 1902, Metropolitan Museum of art, NYC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;9. Eugene Carriere - &amp;nbsp;Breton Cemetery, Musee d'Orsay, Paris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-5237965868400786116?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/5237965868400786116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=5237965868400786116&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/5237965868400786116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/5237965868400786116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2011/11/carriere-rodin-and-steichen.html' title='Carriere, Rodin. Steichen'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7rL86viVG3Y/TtPcry3Eq5I/AAAAAAAAN2c/OIY8eYwu8c4/s72-c/EugeneCarriere%252BNellyCarriere-FilleDeL%2527Artiste%252BMuseeD%2527Orsay-Paris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-7743880890434882097</id><published>2011-11-22T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T06:30:30.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Light Goes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y9Ec6pu-bEQ/Tsv54rGMpKI/AAAAAAAAN1k/U0f2342tvGI/s1600/HenriLeSidaner%252BStepsAtChartres%252B1913%252Bprivate-collection.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y9Ec6pu-bEQ/Tsv54rGMpKI/AAAAAAAAN1k/U0f2342tvGI/s320/HenriLeSidaner%252BStepsAtChartres%252B1913%252Bprivate-collection.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Again, a painting by the underrated French Symbolist Henri le Sidaner&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; (1862-1939)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;In&lt;i&gt; L'Eveche&lt;/i&gt; you can almost see the last light of a late autumn afternoon moving indoors.&amp;nbsp; The colors coalesce around the door, like guests gathering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Image: Henri Le Sidaner -&lt;i&gt; L'Eveche,&amp;nbsp; Chartres,&lt;/i&gt; 1913, private collection, France.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-7743880890434882097?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/7743880890434882097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=7743880890434882097&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/7743880890434882097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/7743880890434882097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2011/11/where-light-goes.html' title='Where Light Goes'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y9Ec6pu-bEQ/Tsv54rGMpKI/AAAAAAAAN1k/U0f2342tvGI/s72-c/HenriLeSidaner%252BStepsAtChartres%252B1913%252Bprivate-collection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-6869748300010706618</id><published>2011-11-20T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T10:33:27.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Garden For The Laughing Monks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mcrThW4MfDo/Tsk8gKGBIVI/AAAAAAAAN1M/peEOMpIokok/s1600/KanoDounMasanobu%252B1625-1694%252BThreeLaughersOfTheTigerGlen%252BHerbertFJohnson+Museum_ithaca%252BNY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="152" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mcrThW4MfDo/Tsk8gKGBIVI/AAAAAAAAN1M/peEOMpIokok/s400/KanoDounMasanobu%252B1625-1694%252BThreeLaughersOfTheTigerGlen%252BHerbertFJohnson+Museum_ithaca%252BNY.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday I walked through the new Tiger Glen in Ithaca, a garden inspired by three ancient Chinese wise men. &amp;nbsp; Designed by Marc Peter Kane for his Alma mater, Cornell University, the new Japanese garden is a tribute to&amp;nbsp; Tao Yuanming, a Confucian poet, Lu Xiujing, a Daoist priest,&amp;nbsp; and Hui Yuan, a Buddhist monk.&amp;nbsp; Why a Japanese garden, you wonder? Because the story of the three Chinese wise men was equally beloved in Japan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The 3rd-century parable of the Three Laughers of Tiger Brook celebrates the virtues of open-mindedness, curiosity, and tolerance.&amp;nbsp; When the poet and the priest visit their friend&amp;nbsp; at his home in the mountains, their discussion becomes so animated that they cross the ravine that surrounds the temple.&amp;nbsp; Realizing that he has broken his vow never to leave his monastery, the monk and his friends break into laughter at the absurdity of artificial boundaries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In Doun Masanobu's 17th-century silk painting&amp;nbsp; the three friends are pictured n their moment of recognition.&amp;nbsp; In the garden, the raging torrent is mimicked by carefully fitted elongated blue-gray rocks.&amp;nbsp; The garden is new this year, its pines and mosses&amp;nbsp; come to grow in a sheltered spot on a promontory one thousand feet above Cayuga Lake, the longest of the Finger Lakes.&amp;nbsp; It, too, is ancient, being about two hundred million years old.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Image:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Kano Doun Masanobu (1625-1694) -&amp;nbsp; Three Laughers of the Tiger Glen, Herbert F. Johnson Museum, Ithaca, NY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-6869748300010706618?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/6869748300010706618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=6869748300010706618&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/6869748300010706618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/6869748300010706618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2011/11/garden-for-laughing-monks.html' title='A Garden For The Laughing Monks'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mcrThW4MfDo/Tsk8gKGBIVI/AAAAAAAAN1M/peEOMpIokok/s72-c/KanoDounMasanobu%252B1625-1694%252BThreeLaughersOfTheTigerGlen%252BHerbertFJohnson+Museum_ithaca%252BNY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-8589191966013524342</id><published>2011-11-17T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T13:43:27.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanda Wulz And Trieste</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mqBZpULdgcs/TsPTsiPjkfI/AAAAAAAANzM/pIymtpEH9cY/s1600/Wanda+Wulz%252BTheCat%252B1932%252BAlinariArchive-Florence.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mqBZpULdgcs/TsPTsiPjkfI/AAAAAAAANzM/pIymtpEH9cY/s200/Wanda+Wulz%252BTheCat%252B1932%252BAlinariArchive-Florence.jpg" width="151" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Surrealism is a male domain, or so men have told us, and the outright misogyny&amp;nbsp; of many of its well known images obscures the surrealist woman.&amp;nbsp; Hidden in plain sight you could say, with a nod to the rapidly unfolding science of the mind.&amp;nbsp; Even so, one image and one untethered name keeps popping up: a catwoman and Wanda Wulz.&amp;nbsp; This is the tale of&amp;nbsp; my search for the woman behind&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Cat Woman&lt;/i&gt; and where it has taken me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ladAix9WdlA/TsPVC5-C0cI/AAAAAAAANzc/tMtl5RBwgN0/s1600/WandaWulz%252BSelf-Portrait.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ladAix9WdlA/TsPVC5-C0cI/AAAAAAAANzc/tMtl5RBwgN0/s200/WandaWulz%252BSelf-Portrait.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For more than a century the Wulz family ran the preeminent photography studio in Trieste.&amp;nbsp; Founded in 1860 by Giuseppe Wulz who specialized in documentary&amp;nbsp; images, Fotografia Wulz became known for its portraiture under his son Carlo &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1874-1928)&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Carlo had two daughters, Marion and Wanda &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1903-1984)&lt;/span&gt;, both&amp;nbsp; free spirits with a camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UPiCCpbKqKg/TsQF3CShHsI/AAAAAAAANzk/3ICPQ0LE_3Q/s1600/WandaWulz%252BTheCatWithoutMe%252B1932%252BAlinari.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UPiCCpbKqKg/TsQF3CShHsI/AAAAAAAANzk/3ICPQ0LE_3Q/s200/WandaWulz%252BTheCatWithoutMe%252B1932%252BAlinari.jpg" width="159" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If&amp;nbsp; strange convergences and surprises from the subconscious are elements of surrealism then the Wulz family, Wanda especially, were early and exuberant practitioners.&amp;nbsp; Even father Carlo must have found some playful sense lacking in&amp;nbsp; his portraits of the bourgeoisie; just look at the infant Wanda in a green-grocer's basket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ml2bhg9KN5E/TsQJQh4NE6I/AAAAAAAANzs/6BlZMN9wWQg/s1600/CarloWulz-BabyWandaInA+Basket%252Bc1904.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ml2bhg9KN5E/TsQJQh4NE6I/AAAAAAAANzs/6BlZMN9wWQg/s200/CarloWulz-BabyWandaInA+Basket%252Bc1904.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Close in age, Marion and Wanda remained&amp;nbsp; close into adulthood, part of the family business that supported their creative autonomy.&amp;nbsp; They would have been hard pressed to find another setting so congenial. &amp;nbsp; Although individuals took these pictures it must surely be more accurate to call them collaborations.&amp;nbsp; From Marion we have images of Wanda as aviator and as a one-woman jazz band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ni7GJVV2HjA/TsQR-x6OQgI/AAAAAAAAN0U/r7vsVFWS7wg/s1600/WandaWulz%252BJass-band%252Bc1920%252BChristes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ni7GJVV2HjA/TsQR-x6OQgI/AAAAAAAAN0U/r7vsVFWS7wg/s200/WandaWulz%252BJass-band%252Bc1920%252BChristes.jpg" width="148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Wulz studio became a meeting place for the artists and writers of Trieste in the 1920s, drawn no doubt by the two fiercely talented and attractive Wulz sisters.&amp;nbsp; The writer Italo Svevo was one, along with young painters including Giuseppe Garzolini, Alfredo Tominz, Umberto Verduta, and their wealthy neighbor Piero Fragiacomo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K1CA_jDPeQs/TsQSjj89hAI/AAAAAAAAN0c/7szkGWb1F9Y/s1600/CarloWulz%252BPortaitOfMarion%252B1927%252BAlinariArchives.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K1CA_jDPeQs/TsQSjj89hAI/AAAAAAAAN0c/7szkGWb1F9Y/s200/CarloWulz%252BPortaitOfMarion%252B1927%252BAlinariArchives.jpg" width="153" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was another member of the Wulz family:&amp;nbsp; Pippo-the-cat.&amp;nbsp; He was often&amp;nbsp; Marion's subject&amp;nbsp; but he&amp;nbsp; was Wanda's cat.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Looking at Wanda's self-portrait and &lt;i&gt;The Cat Without Me&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;at-woman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;find&lt;/span&gt; no familiar sentimental mimicking of personalities between pet and person, but a &lt;i&gt;simpatico&lt;/i&gt; of claws.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VJ_thl1DC3E/TsQWiMxswhI/AAAAAAAAN0k/Cxo-ok42OO4/s1600/DanielBoudinet%252BVillaFrangiacomoInTrieste%252BMedaitheque-Paris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VJ_thl1DC3E/TsQWiMxswhI/AAAAAAAAN0k/Cxo-ok42OO4/s320/DanielBoudinet%252BVillaFrangiacomoInTrieste%252BMedaitheque-Paris.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"The last breath of civilization expires on this coast where barbarism starts," wrote the French diplomat Chateaubriand, not very diplomatically, in 1806.&amp;nbsp; He was not pleased to be posted so far from&amp;nbsp; Paris.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Exactly one hundred years later when the Irish writer James Joyce came to teach at the Berlitz School of Languages there, he eked out time to write &lt;i&gt;A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;Nevertheless&lt;i&gt;,&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;Joyce&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;considered his fourteen years in Trieste a time of misery, averring that its isolation ate his liver. While there he also tutored a talented local writer, Italo Svevo.&amp;nbsp; There are those who believe this was the best thing Joyce ever did for literature.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_vBZbtvZ7UM/TsUhvpmVBJI/AAAAAAAAN0s/BDKjEjpW45I/s1600/PietroFragiacomo%252BMarinaConBarcho%252BGalleriaTommaasoMarcato.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_vBZbtvZ7UM/TsUhvpmVBJI/AAAAAAAAN0s/BDKjEjpW45I/s320/PietroFragiacomo%252BMarinaConBarcho%252BGalleriaTommaasoMarcato.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FrhfLe9JygQ/TsUn0EcPh4I/AAAAAAAAN1E/bfTWxLeSmXM/s1600/Egon+Schiele%252BTheHarborAtTrieste%252B1907%252BNeuegalerieAmlandesmuseumJoanneum-Graz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FrhfLe9JygQ/TsUn0EcPh4I/AAAAAAAAN1E/bfTWxLeSmXM/s200/Egon+Schiele%252BTheHarborAtTrieste%252B1907%252BNeuegalerieAmlandesmuseumJoanneum-Graz.jpg" width="144" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But there were others who came to stay. &amp;nbsp; Dante wrote parts of &lt;i&gt;The Divine Comedy&lt;/i&gt; there and six centuries later the German poet Rainer Maria Rilke composed his&lt;i&gt; Duino Elegies &lt;/i&gt;(1922) during visits to Castle Duino. located&amp;nbsp; Originally a Roman watchtower, then expanded in medieval times, the castle belonged to Rilke’s friend Princess Marie von Thurm-und-Taxis Hohenlohe.&amp;nbsp; Local lore claims that Rilke was inspired by disembodied voices he heard calling to him as he walked the windy cliffs overlooking the city..&amp;nbsp; And no less tortured a soul than the painter Egon Schiele made frequent stays in Trieste to escape the claustrophobia he felt in Vienna..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GUaT1AKPRjc/TsUi1czR0KI/AAAAAAAAN00/yxIDwLmwJqk/s1600/UgoFiumani%252BL%2527HeureD%2527Argent%252Bc1900-1938%252BMuseoRevoltella-Trieste.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="157" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GUaT1AKPRjc/TsUi1czR0KI/AAAAAAAAN00/yxIDwLmwJqk/s200/UgoFiumani%252BL%2527HeureD%2527Argent%252Bc1900-1938%252BMuseoRevoltella-Trieste.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Trieste first appears in the pages when of history when the Romans annexed it.&amp;nbsp; During the heyday of &lt;i&gt;their &lt;/i&gt;empire, the nearby Venetians raided Trieste regularly, too, causing the beleaguered city to seek protection from the Hapsburgs.&amp;nbsp; Yet when Garibaldi's newly united Italy stopped a few miles short of&amp;nbsp; the city, its citizens were seized with a melancholy strain of nationalism, known as irredentism.&amp;nbsp; United by a secret deal among the Allies following World War I, the people of Trieste provided a safe haven to Jewish refugees from throughout Europe during the 1930s.&amp;nbsp; And Trieste has long been a favorite place of exile for deposed royalty.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Connected to the rest of Italy by a narrow strip land along the Adriatic coast, Trieste is closer in spirit to its Balkan neighbors than to the Mediterranean world.&amp;nbsp; Further isolated by the Alps hemming it in on the north and subjected ti dry winds sweeping down off the escarpment, Trieste is often covered with a layer of dust, like furniture left in an untended room.&amp;nbsp; With its mixture of Italian, Slavic, and Germanic influences, Trieste could be both cosmopolitan and backward.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mux4Ak56n2E/TsUjWgaadZI/AAAAAAAAN08/-oU24zw00Vk/s1600/WandaWulz%252BThreeHats%252Bc1935%252BMuseumOfPhotography-Florence-Italy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="141" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mux4Ak56n2E/TsUjWgaadZI/AAAAAAAAN08/-oU24zw00Vk/s200/WandaWulz%252BThreeHats%252Bc1935%252BMuseumOfPhotography-Florence-Italy.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Multiple personalities are grist for psychiatry and Trieste adopted psychoanalysis with the zeal of a convert, notwithstanding Sigmund Freud's professional failure there as a young man.&amp;nbsp; In Silvia Bonucci's novel&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;A Voice In Time&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(2005)&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; the emotional claustrophobia&amp;nbsp; of the period 1900-1940 is dramatized through the decline of the Levi family.&amp;nbsp; Closer in spirit&amp;nbsp; and in time to Fotografia Wulz is Italo Svevo's &lt;i&gt;Confessions of Zeno&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1923),&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; the diary of the repetitive compulsions of an old man, written down at the urging of his psychiatrist.&amp;nbsp; Like Zeno Cosini, with his mistresses and his inabaility to quit smoking, Trieste may appear outwardly unappealing but it is also lovable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;For further reading: &lt;i&gt;La Trieste dei Wulz:&lt;/i&gt; 1860-1980 by P. Costantini, et al, Fratelli Alinari, Firenze. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Images: unless otherwise noted, all images are from the collection of the &lt;b&gt;Alinari Archives, Museum of Photography, Florence. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. Wanda Wulz - Cat Woman, 1932. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. Wanda Wulz - Self-Portrait, c.1932.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. Wanda Wulz - The Cat Without Me, 1932.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. Carlo Wulz - title attributed: Baby Wanda In A Basket, c. 1904.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. Marion Wulz - Jass-band, 1920.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6. Carlo Wulz - Portrait of Marion, 1927.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7. Daniel Boudinet - Villa Fragiacomo In Trieste, Mediatehque, Paris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;8. Piero Fragiacomo -&amp;nbsp; Marina con barcho, Galleria Tommaso Marcato, Milan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;9. Egon Schiele - The Harbor at Trieste, 1907, Neue Galerie Am Landesmuseum Joanneum, Graz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;10. Ugi Fiumani - The Golden Hour, c. 1900-1930, Museo Revoltella, Trieste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;11.. Wanda Wulz - Three Hats, 1935.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-8589191966013524342?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/8589191966013524342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=8589191966013524342&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/8589191966013524342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/8589191966013524342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2011/11/wanda-wulz-and-trieste.html' title='Wanda Wulz And Trieste'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mqBZpULdgcs/TsPTsiPjkfI/AAAAAAAANzM/pIymtpEH9cY/s72-c/Wanda+Wulz%252BTheCat%252B1932%252BAlinariArchive-Florence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-2020746973135365786</id><published>2011-11-13T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T08:09:45.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Voices</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r2dWxqo6pAA/TsAUlron5WI/AAAAAAAANzE/0bfOzD7jKMY/s1600/BlindeFraubyModersohnBecker%252BTempleUniversity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r2dWxqo6pAA/TsAUlron5WI/AAAAAAAANzE/0bfOzD7jKMY/s320/BlindeFraubyModersohnBecker%252BTempleUniversity.jpg" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's OK for the rich and the lucky to keep still,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;no one want to know about them anyway,&lt;br /&gt;But those in need have to step forward,&lt;br /&gt;have to say: I am blind,&lt;br /&gt;or: I'm about to go blind,&lt;br /&gt;or: nothing is going well with me,&lt;br /&gt;or: I have a child who is sick,&lt;br /&gt;or: right there I'm sort of glued together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And probably that doesn't do anything either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They have to sing; if they didn't sing, everyone&lt;br /&gt;would walk past, as if they were fences or trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's where you can hear good singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People really are strange: thye prefer&lt;br /&gt;to hear castratos in boychoirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God himself comes and stays a long time&lt;br /&gt;when the world of half-people start to bore him."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- title poem from &lt;i&gt;The Voices &lt;/i&gt;by Rainer Maia Rilke, translated from the German by Robert Bly, Denver, The Alley Press: 1977. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Image: Paula Modersohn Becker - Blind Woman in the Woods, courtesy Temple University Tyler School of Art, Philadelphia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-2020746973135365786?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/2020746973135365786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=2020746973135365786&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/2020746973135365786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/2020746973135365786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2011/11/voices.html' title='The Voices'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r2dWxqo6pAA/TsAUlron5WI/AAAAAAAANzE/0bfOzD7jKMY/s72-c/BlindeFraubyModersohnBecker%252BTempleUniversity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-3227574146996759225</id><published>2011-11-12T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T13:23:21.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let There Be Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GWlCeQ3gpsU/Tr7Y5ied_aI/AAAAAAAANyE/aqclTXTN-zY/s1600/Anon%252BMetalThreadedLampsWithTungsten%252Bc1900%252BAlbertinaMusem-Vienna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GWlCeQ3gpsU/Tr7Y5ied_aI/AAAAAAAANyE/aqclTXTN-zY/s320/Anon%252BMetalThreadedLampsWithTungsten%252Bc1900%252BAlbertinaMusem-Vienna.jpg" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a9e1FSSlGkA/Tr7Y71tcMvI/AAAAAAAANyM/5NNs6TQbcEw/s1600/EmilPreetorius%252BLightAndShadowEveryFriday%252B1910%252BAlbertina%252BVienna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a9e1FSSlGkA/Tr7Y71tcMvI/AAAAAAAANyM/5NNs6TQbcEw/s200/EmilPreetorius%252BLightAndShadowEveryFriday%252B1910%252BAlbertina%252BVienna.jpg" width="152" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The days get short and we renew our appreciation for artificial light.&amp;nbsp; Old advertisements have their charms, not least the game of spotting their borrowings from their fine art "betters."&amp;nbsp; The woman in her Viennese reform dress gazes skyward as if seeking the source of the wondrous new tungsten lamps.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Maybe her next job will be posing for Gustav Klimt, and why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dpI-4eGsbkk/Tr7ZBmijg1I/AAAAAAAANyU/cBGNUbMEE70/s1600/HeinrichLefler%252Bauerlicht%252B1898%252BMAk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dpI-4eGsbkk/Tr7ZBmijg1I/AAAAAAAANyU/cBGNUbMEE70/s200/HeinrichLefler%252Bauerlicht%252B1898%252BMAk.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pWjoaYuwLwQ/Tr7hsAPlvpI/AAAAAAAANy8/eV34YzPQ_qA/s1600/Anon%252BFirstPrizePosterExpositionOftransportation%252BElectricity%252B1928%252BBoston-MFA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pWjoaYuwLwQ/Tr7hsAPlvpI/AAAAAAAANy8/eV34YzPQ_qA/s320/Anon%252BFirstPrizePosterExpositionOftransportation%252BElectricity%252B1928%252BBoston-MFA.jpg" width="203" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; Images:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. Anonymous - Metal-threaded lamps with tungsten, 1900, Albertina Museum, Vienna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. Emil Preetorius - Licht und Schatten, 1910, Albertina Museum, Vienna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. Heinrich Lefler - Auerlicht, 1898, Museum of Applied Culture, Vienna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. unidentified artists - first prize poster for Festival of Electricity &amp;amp; Transportation, 1928, Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TGvFp5Pzrdg/Tr7e5LjD47I/AAAAAAAANy0/zIk7j_McZI0/s1600/JoeLoe%252BMotardKerzen%252Bc1910%252BAlbertina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="144" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TGvFp5Pzrdg/Tr7e5LjD47I/AAAAAAAANy0/zIk7j_McZI0/s200/JoeLoe%252BMotardKerzen%252Bc1910%252BAlbertina.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; Joe Loe - Motard Kerzen 1910, Albertina Museum, Vienna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-3227574146996759225?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/3227574146996759225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=3227574146996759225&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/3227574146996759225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/3227574146996759225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2011/11/let-there-be-light.html' title='Let There Be Light'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GWlCeQ3gpsU/Tr7Y5ied_aI/AAAAAAAANyE/aqclTXTN-zY/s72-c/Anon%252BMetalThreadedLampsWithTungsten%252Bc1900%252BAlbertinaMusem-Vienna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-2754608972027463330</id><published>2011-11-08T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T10:54:03.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise Without People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SYB7noN6hF0/Trgug6wGJgI/AAAAAAAANxE/DWxOLVBSMas/s1600/GottardoPiazzoni%252BTheLand%252B1915%252BBerkeleyArtCollection.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SYB7noN6hF0/Trgug6wGJgI/AAAAAAAANxE/DWxOLVBSMas/s320/GottardoPiazzoni%252BTheLand%252B1915%252BBerkeleyArtCollection.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If nothing else united them,&amp;nbsp; Spanish explorers from the 16th century, 19th century gold prospectors,&amp;nbsp; and modern real estate speculators all shared the dream of California as&amp;nbsp; a paradise without people. No matter that the state took its name from the myth of a land peopled by black Amazons ruled by Queen Califa.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2373Exb9U-A/TrlD5qdgZPI/AAAAAAAANxM/1dUermSpelw/s1600/ArminHansen%252BCarmelCountryAtNight%252Bprivatecollection.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="155" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2373Exb9U-A/TrlD5qdgZPI/AAAAAAAANxM/1dUermSpelw/s400/ArminHansen%252BCarmelCountryAtNight%252Bprivatecollection.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Recently, in &lt;i&gt;Landscapeland&lt;/i&gt; we looked at California through an art historical lens.&amp;nbsp; Another way to view&amp;nbsp; the California landscape is through the eyes of its inhabitants, absent from these sublime images,&amp;nbsp; and their conflicting aims.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7jIYv_J5Ew4/TrlJHWHrn-I/AAAAAAAANxU/Wo_V21nyqRo/s1600/GuyRose%252BCarmelDunes%252Bc1918-1920%252BLACMA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="126" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7jIYv_J5Ew4/TrlJHWHrn-I/AAAAAAAANxU/Wo_V21nyqRo/s200/GuyRose%252BCarmelDunes%252Bc1918-1920%252BLACMA.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Carmel-by-the-Sea, for example,&amp;nbsp; was founded by real estate developers in 1903 and&amp;nbsp; promoted as a colony for artists and writers.&amp;nbsp; After the San Francisco earthquake and fire of 1906 Carmel and the entire Monterey Peninsula became the relocation destination for photographers, musicians, and theater people, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rwQQSivjHTA/TrlJoS5QcWI/AAAAAAAANxc/5tPt9w0j_0g/s1600/GranvilleRedmond%252BCaliforniaPoppyField%252Bc1926%252BLACMA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rwQQSivjHTA/TrlJoS5QcWI/AAAAAAAANxc/5tPt9w0j_0g/s320/GranvilleRedmond%252BCaliforniaPoppyField%252Bc1926%252BLACMA.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jVsl7s6sD2Q/Trl6tgMtbFI/AAAAAAAANx8/of95hK2VSlk/s1600/GranvilleRedmond%252BMarshUnderGoldenSkies%252BBonhams%252BButterfields-LosAngeles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jVsl7s6sD2Q/Trl6tgMtbFI/AAAAAAAANx8/of95hK2VSlk/s200/GranvilleRedmond%252BMarshUnderGoldenSkies%252BBonhams%252BButterfields-LosAngeles.jpg" width="153" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Industrialization in general scarcely&amp;nbsp; interested California artists&amp;nbsp; and the Southern Pacific Railroad in particular&amp;nbsp; was anathema to them, dramatically expressed in Frank Norris's best-selling novel &lt;i&gt;The Octopus &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1901&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;) &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;in a scene where a steam locomotive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;plows mercilessly through a flock of grazing sheep&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Businessmen promoted the state as agricultural cornucopia, which it was, through commercial art.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And "serious" artists like Granville Redmond chafed at demands&amp;nbsp; to produce fields of flowers.&amp;nbsp; You can see what Redmond was getting at if you compare his majestic &lt;i&gt;California Poppy Fields&lt;/i&gt; with the recently auctioned &lt;i&gt;Marsh Under Golden Skies&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8rjuVNgm1lk/Trl2D4mLcbI/AAAAAAAANxk/LMdH_oMi-EA/s1600/LuciaKleinhansMathews%252BLandscapeWithTree%252B1908%252BSFMFA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8rjuVNgm1lk/Trl2D4mLcbI/AAAAAAAANxk/LMdH_oMi-EA/s200/LuciaKleinhansMathews%252BLandscapeWithTree%252B1908%252BSFMFA.jpg" width="142" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Our Italy&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1891)&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; essayist&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; Charles Dudley Warner was early to name some obvious similarities between the Golden State and the Mediterranean.&amp;nbsp; One can see his point in the work of local artists, including Arthur and Lucia Kleinhans Mathews. &amp;nbsp; Gottardo Piazzoni&amp;nbsp; 's &lt;i&gt;The Land&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(at top)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; evokes beginnings both Biblical and of the classical Greek and Roman varieties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y45RwG4QOUc/Trl3a8wd4dI/AAAAAAAANxs/FgbCshO7030/s1600/LeopoldHugo%252BGatesOfNight%252Bbefore1905%252BSanDiegoHistoircalSociety-LaJolla.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="131" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y45RwG4QOUc/Trl3a8wd4dI/AAAAAAAANxs/FgbCshO7030/s200/LeopoldHugo%252BGatesOfNight%252Bbefore1905%252BSanDiegoHistoircalSociety-LaJolla.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;When Leopold Hugo photographed the rock formation called the 'Gates of Night', cinematic was not yet an adjective and Hollywood was a sleepy village with a single trolley line.&amp;nbsp; Something about the swooping, jagged Pacific coastline was just waiting for the motion picture industry to arrive from the east coast.&amp;nbsp; California was ready for its close-up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UUvyrAIFdr8/Trl6AaHFK5I/AAAAAAAANx0/g6qzcBkiWOY/s1600/AnneMBremer%252BTheHighlands%252Bno-date%252BSFMOMA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="164" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UUvyrAIFdr8/Trl6AaHFK5I/AAAAAAAANx0/g6qzcBkiWOY/s200/AnneMBremer%252BTheHighlands%252Bno-date%252BSFMOMA.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Landscapeland&lt;/i&gt; was posted here 0ctober 18, 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Images:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. Gottardo&amp;nbsp; Piazzoni - The Land, 1915,&amp;nbsp; Berkeley Art Collection, CA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2.Armin Hansen - Carmel Countryside at Night, undated, private collection, California.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. Guy Rose - Carmel Dunes, 1918, Los Angeles County Museum of Art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4, Granville Redmond - California Poppy Field, 1926, Los Angeles County Museum of Art.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. Granville Redmond - Marsh Under Golden Skies, no date, Bonham's &amp;amp; Butterfield's, Los Angeles/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6. Lucia Kleinhans Mathews -&amp;nbsp; Landscape with Tree, 1908, Museum of Fine Arts, San Francisco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7. Leopold Hugo - Gates of Night, before 1906, San Diego Historical Society, La Jolla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;8. Anne M. Bremer (1868-1923)&amp;nbsp; - The Highlands - early 20th century, Museum of Fine Arts, San Francisco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-2754608972027463330?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/2754608972027463330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=2754608972027463330&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/2754608972027463330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/2754608972027463330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2011/11/paradise-without-people.html' title='Paradise Without People'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SYB7noN6hF0/Trgug6wGJgI/AAAAAAAANxE/DWxOLVBSMas/s72-c/GottardoPiazzoni%252BTheLand%252B1915%252BBerkeleyArtCollection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-2386395462547462915</id><published>2011-11-05T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T07:12:30.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Face To Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rcx6GddpAGI/TrWLN7eWibI/AAAAAAAANwM/S3hiBdbX-YI/s1600/MaxBeckmann%252BSelf-Portrait%252B1926.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rcx6GddpAGI/TrWLN7eWibI/AAAAAAAANwM/S3hiBdbX-YI/s320/MaxBeckmann%252BSelf-Portrait%252B1926.jpg" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"...&lt;i&gt;viewing a human face sets off a unique reaction in the human brain. This  chemical reaction, not unlike addiction, occurs when we see a face or  expression that pleases us, giving us a feeling of well-being. From  infancy through old age, we are responsive to human features, sometimes  with ambivalence, but always with meaning&lt;/i&gt;. " &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- anonymous collector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A.C., as I think of him (and his wife) are the anonymous benefactors who made possible a jewel-like&amp;nbsp; exhibition of portraits of all sorts at the Herbert Johnson Museum at Cornell University.&amp;nbsp; A small gallery suited the fifteen works, lending an intimacy to the experience even when, as is probably the case with a first century bust of &lt;i&gt;Ptolemy of Mauretania&lt;/i&gt;, the intention was ceremonial.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Works of human revelation and contemplation, rather than formality and each one intended for the attentive viewer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6_ZQCOp9LrY/TrWNFQnrDQI/AAAAAAAANwU/i2uTlDqxNoM/s1600/MaxBeckmann%252BAusternesserinnen%252B1943.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6_ZQCOp9LrY/TrWNFQnrDQI/AAAAAAAANwU/i2uTlDqxNoM/s320/MaxBeckmann%252BAusternesserinnen%252B1943.png" width="177" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Four paintings by the German artist Max&amp;nbsp; Beckmann &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1884-1950) &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;are the centerpiece of the exhibition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and suggest the qualities the collectors look for . A contemplative image of the artist's second wife Quappi, one of his friend the Alsatian engraver Sabine Hackenscmidt, and the two reproduced here.&amp;nbsp; A fiercely thoughtful gaze aimed straight at the viewer belies the height of his successful career, and hints&amp;nbsp; at the middle-aged Beckmann's attempt to understand the mystical aspects of life.&amp;nbsp; T&lt;i&gt;he Oyster-Eaters &lt;/i&gt;provides a challenge of another sort.&amp;nbsp; Quappi Beckmann lifts the oyster to her lips as Sabine Hackenschmidt looks on, eyebrow arched enigmatically.&amp;nbsp; A white-jacketed waiter stands behind.&amp;nbsp; What is last-noticed is an ominous gray face looming in the background that seems to represent all that came after the pinnacle of 1926 for these people.&amp;nbsp; The Nazis removed Beckmann from teaching and his works from museums, only to abuse them in displays of "Degenerate Art."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Years of living in poverty in Amsterdam efr the Beckmanns ended only when World War II ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zt2FyuthF6o/TrWSSb0M53I/AAAAAAAANwc/qJ6jk8tcRzM/s1600/FernandKnhopff%252BIncense.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zt2FyuthF6o/TrWSSb0M53I/AAAAAAAANwc/qJ6jk8tcRzM/s320/FernandKnhopff%252BIncense.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This version of &lt;i&gt;Incense&lt;/i&gt; by Belgian artist Fernand Khnopff &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1858-1921)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; was made ss a present for&amp;nbsp; his niece Gilberte Freson on the occasion of&amp;nbsp; her marriage in 1917.&amp;nbsp; The better known version&amp;nbsp; from 1898, which is at the Musee d'Orsay in Paris .&amp;nbsp; A more intimate and personal vision, a close-up rendered against a neutral background, the priestess seems younger and more approachable - fitting for a wedding gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gyn8chIrZHY/TrWTlZCnNDI/AAAAAAAANws/lwoVCqtkLGc/s1600/Balthus%252BSkira.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gyn8chIrZHY/TrWTlZCnNDI/AAAAAAAANws/lwoVCqtkLGc/s320/Balthus%252BSkira.jpg" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Balthus &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1908-2001) &lt;/span&gt;often created images of young girls that are erotically charged.&amp;nbsp; Not so his P&lt;i&gt;ortrait of Rosabianca Skira, &lt;/i&gt;daughter of the renowned art published Albert Skira.&amp;nbsp; Balthus, the son of a Russian Jew,&amp;nbsp; fled the Nazi occupation of France during World War II for neutral Switzerland.&amp;nbsp; There Skira gave him employment on his new magazine &lt;i&gt;Labyrinth&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; The border painted around&amp;nbsp; the picture suggests a window sill, the&amp;nbsp; girl's arm&amp;nbsp; resting there.&amp;nbsp; She looks toward her future, which neither of us can see, with apparent calm, or perhaps the privacy of adolescence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TBPI77SokJE/TrWVXYMR9aI/AAAAAAAANw0/VG5kEJO_9G8/s1600/EgonSchiele%252BPoldi%252B1914.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TBPI77SokJE/TrWVXYMR9aI/AAAAAAAANw0/VG5kEJO_9G8/s320/EgonSchiele%252BPoldi%252B1914.jpg" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As with Balthus, so with Egon Schiele &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1890-1918)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;it is the expressive faces that have joined this collection: Schiele&lt;/span&gt;'s patron Karl Otten, Chief Inspector Benesh, and his frequent model Poldi, absorbed in thought.&amp;nbsp; Only in his clenched &lt;i&gt;Self-Portrait&lt;/i&gt; does Schiele express the torment that we think of when we think of his work.&amp;nbsp; The arms, held tightly to his sides, are as expressive of emotion as the sound we imagine we hear coming from his mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eQR8bO7aMV8/TrWYvcaS2AI/AAAAAAAANw8/Y8AiMXRnTQE/s1600/EgonSchiele%252BSelf-Portrait%252B1910.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eQR8bO7aMV8/TrWYvcaS2AI/AAAAAAAANw8/Y8AiMXRnTQE/s320/EgonSchiele%252BSelf-Portrait%252B1910.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Face to Face&lt;/i&gt;, Herbert F. Johnson Museum, Ithaca, NY. , August 6 - October 30, 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Images:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. Max Beckmann - Self-portrait, 1926&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. Max Beckmann - The Oyster Eaters, 1943.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. Fernand Khnopff - Incense, 1917.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. Balthus - Portrait of Rosabianca Skira, 1949.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. Egon Schiele - Poldi, 1914&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6. Egon Schiele - Self-portrait, 1910.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-2386395462547462915?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/2386395462547462915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=2386395462547462915&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/2386395462547462915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/2386395462547462915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2011/11/face-to-face.html' title='Face To Face'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rcx6GddpAGI/TrWLN7eWibI/AAAAAAAANwM/S3hiBdbX-YI/s72-c/MaxBeckmann%252BSelf-Portrait%252B1926.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-8096658999237117939</id><published>2011-11-02T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T06:48:39.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The War Of Nerves:  From Peter Altenberg To  Emily Holmes Coleman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WoCu1H0zyFc/Tq7msw0o-5I/AAAAAAAANu0/umEr4Tl54js/s1600/RichardLuktsch%252BEntranceFiguresForPurkersdorfSanitarium%252B1905%252BMusemFurKunstUndGewerbe-Hamburg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WoCu1H0zyFc/Tq7msw0o-5I/AAAAAAAANu0/umEr4Tl54js/s320/RichardLuktsch%252BEntranceFiguresForPurkersdorfSanitarium%252B1905%252BMusemFurKunstUndGewerbe-Hamburg.jpg" width="159" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;I will break all their heads&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and lay them in neat rows&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and we shall wave high the keys &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and all of us shall dance in the snow&lt;/i&gt;."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- Emily Holmes Coleman, published in &lt;i&gt;The Liberator&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="indented" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;An abundance of trained psychologists in late 19&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; century Vienna coincided neatly with the discovery of nerves.&amp;nbsp; Psychoanalysis became its classification system.&amp;nbsp; Nervous disorders were diagnosed as the response of the refined and affluent to modern life and doctors profited handsomely by treating them. &amp;nbsp;For this, Josef &amp;nbsp;Hoffmann was commissioned to design the Purkersdorf Sanitorium in 1905.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;If that name is not familiar, Koloman Moser’s black and white checkered chairs are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="indented" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="indented" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qrj15T6dq1c/TrAw3CkY7hI/AAAAAAAANvE/jZDhsi_AT8I/s1600/KolomanMoser%252BPurkersdorfChair%252Bc1904%252BLeopoldMuseum-Vienna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qrj15T6dq1c/TrAw3CkY7hI/AAAAAAAANvE/jZDhsi_AT8I/s200/KolomanMoser%252BPurkersdorfChair%252Bc1904%252BLeopoldMuseum-Vienna.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mental illness, on the other hand, &amp;nbsp;had a long history, exemplified architecturally by the Vienna Narrenturn, or Fools’ Tower, the oldest asylum &amp;nbsp;in Europe. &amp;nbsp;A stone fortress built in 1784, it was a step up from the basic dank dungeon where people who were ‘difficult’ to deal with had long been confined. Distinctions between sanatorium and asylum were largely based on class differences.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="indented" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="indented" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our old friend Peter Altenberg,&amp;nbsp; social critic of &lt;i&gt;fin-de-siecle &lt;/i&gt;Vienna, was of the class of brain-workers who suffered from a vexing assortment of melancholy symptoms that was labeled as neurasthenia: anxiety, depression, eating disorders, insomnia, fatigue, mood swings, migraines, phobias, and sexual dysfunction.&amp;nbsp; In his&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Confessions of a Neurasthenic &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1908)&lt;/span&gt;, William Taylor Marrs wrote&amp;nbsp; "the best thing about neurasthenia is that it allows one to move in neurasthenic circles"&amp;nbsp; A sure sign of an exclusive club.. A steady diet of coffee, cigarettes, and alcohol kept Altenberg going.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;    &lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="indented" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hHtGie-VRiU/TrAvtLWw2-I/AAAAAAAANu8/wn8YmavK0bU/s1600/RichardLuktsch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hHtGie-VRiU/TrAvtLWw2-I/AAAAAAAANu8/wn8YmavK0bU/s320/RichardLuktsch.jpg" width="156" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.One of Altenberg's personal hells was the Steinhof Sanitorium where his brother Georg Egblander had him committed in April, 1913.&amp;nbsp; Being a writer, Altenberg told his side of the story in&lt;i&gt; Das Alternberg Buch:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="indented" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="indented" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="indented" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;You rotten sod!&amp;nbsp; Despite my spending the last five months explaining to you that the Superintendant has it in for me and wants to ensure my physical, spiritual, and intellectual ruin, you have nevertheless collaborated with him…although he &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; declared to me of his own free will: “You are of course released by us doctors as fully cured.&amp;nbsp; It requires only the simple formality that the person who brought you here contacts us and fetches you. ‘…Since this message of redemption you have allowed days to pass, brother-murderer!&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="indented" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;    &lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="indented" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In &lt;i&gt;Sanatorium for Nervous Disorders&lt;/i&gt; (1913) Altenberg skewered doctors who turn a medical consultation into a battle of wits with their shallow ‘depth’ psychology.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;He understood that it is difficult to live with mental problems in a society whose duplicities are only fortified by the uncooperative&amp;nbsp; individual.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="indented" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="indented" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qZONQEoivBU/TrA2swy6FLI/AAAAAAAANvU/juj0yAuF0dQ/s1600/OskarKokoschka%252BTheTempest%252B1914%252BKunstmuseum-Basel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qZONQEoivBU/TrA2swy6FLI/AAAAAAAANvU/juj0yAuF0dQ/s1600/OskarKokoschka%252BTheTempest%252B1914%252BKunstmuseum-Basel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was Peter Altenberg whose&amp;nbsp; review&amp;nbsp; for &lt;i&gt;Simplicissmus&lt;/i&gt; in 1911 launched the career of painter Oskar Kokoschka as the "mad modernist." &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Altenberg's skeptical attitude toward the linking of madness and talent was eminently reasonable, yet still unconventional. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="indented" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="indented" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="indented" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;“&lt;i&gt;Van Gogh was a famous painter who was nevertheless interned in an asylum seven times.&amp;nbsp; But those who run around free are by no means ‘van Goghs’ for that reason…Madness is a chance additional extra, like a pimple or a bad cold. My dear sirs, whether normal or abnormal,&amp;nbsp; it is all a question of ‘original genius.’&amp;nbsp; Just because you think you are the ‘Emperor of China’ is of limited importance for humanity and, is significant only for the one sanatorium in which the worthless idiot, thanks to money paid by his relatives, terminates his days, that is to say years.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Nowadays people have a colossal concern for madmen who are nothing but madmen.&amp;nbsp; Just because there have been some who besides the remarkable performance of the brain, are also able to show evidence of other, more important achievements.&lt;/i&gt;” &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;– 1911, translated from the German by Edward Neather.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="indented" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="indented" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="indented" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b5wiWhy5ZfI/TrA3XygB2gI/AAAAAAAANvc/w57wHekPAxE/s1600/ErikaGiovannaKlein%252BEyes%252B1922%252BKovacekSpiegelgasseGemaldeGas-Vienna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="151" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b5wiWhy5ZfI/TrA3XygB2gI/AAAAAAAANvc/w57wHekPAxE/s200/ErikaGiovannaKlein%252BEyes%252B1922%252BKovacekSpiegelgasseGemaldeGas-Vienna.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Alone in her room at night she stood and pressed her face against the window.&amp;nbsp; It was the end of March and turned cold again.&amp;nbsp; And all the thumbs of ice began to whirl in shaking circles, keeping with the wind.&amp;nbsp; I shall have snow on my glassy fingers, and a shutter of snow on my grave tonight.&lt;/i&gt;” &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- excerpted from&lt;i&gt; The Shutter of Snow &lt;/i&gt;by Emily Holmes Coleman, 1930.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it a sanitorium or an asylum, the individual is there because of an inability to function in the larger world.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;The Shutter of Snow &lt;/i&gt;is a remarkable novel in both subject and technique, its author Emily Holmes Coleman unjustly forgotten. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Its title comes from Coleman’s intuitive connection of "heat with destruction and cold with freedom”.&amp;nbsp; The novel draws on Coleman's experience after the birth of her son John in 1924.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The novel's protagonist Marthe Gail is a young mother&amp;nbsp; unable to&amp;nbsp; care for her baby, confined to a mental hospital when she begins to hear voices.&amp;nbsp; Marthe's suffering is now understood as postpartum depression. Coleman brings us inside&amp;nbsp; Marthe's struggle to regain a stable identity and her desperate attempts to make herself heard. Her character&amp;nbsp; is a direct descendant of the narrator in Charlotte Perkins Gilman's classic &lt;i&gt;The&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Yellow Wallpaper&lt;/i&gt; (1892).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KXeDtE7BTj8/TrA5oeuxyeI/AAAAAAAANvk/Ic0hcYTpQ_k/s1600/LucySchwob+-aka+-+ClaudeCahun%252BSelf-PortraitWithMasks%252Bc1929%252BMuseeDesBeaux-Arts-Nantes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KXeDtE7BTj8/TrA5oeuxyeI/AAAAAAAANvk/Ic0hcYTpQ_k/s200/LucySchwob+-aka+-+ClaudeCahun%252BSelf-PortraitWithMasks%252Bc1929%252BMuseeDesBeaux-Arts-Nantes.jpg" width="151" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Visits from Marthe's widowed father are occasions of emotional turmoil,&amp;nbsp; his aggressive neediness is suffocating Marthe. Making. her frantic to escape their shared past, she retreats&amp;nbsp; into silence. &amp;nbsp;At the same she needs to speak her mind to important people in her life, her husband Christopher and her psychiatrist Dr. Brainerd, to explain herself to the world.&amp;nbsp; In&amp;nbsp; her struggle to regain a sense of self and her desperate attempts to make herself heard, Marthe Gail is the direct descendant of the narrator in Charlotte Perkins Gilman's classic &lt;i&gt;The&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Yellow Wallpaper&lt;/i&gt; (1892).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xmXB7PmS5os/TrA6f-YQV0I/AAAAAAAANvs/T4tMZmzG9RY/s1600/Claude+Cahun+-+title+attirbuted+Behind+Bars.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xmXB7PmS5os/TrA6f-YQV0I/AAAAAAAANvs/T4tMZmzG9RY/s200/Claude+Cahun+-+title+attirbuted+Behind+Bars.jpg" width="152" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Shutter Of Snow&lt;/i&gt; got a negative reception when it was published in 1930. Coleman's use of shifting viewpoints and her subject matter made critics uneasy. They expressed annoyance at the lack of quotation marks to set off conversations, forgetting that these same techniques had been used by Jane Austen and Gustave Flaubert.&amp;nbsp; When it came to the war of nerves the gift of a double vision was not enough; Alternberg's irony was more acceptable than Coleman's seriousness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an obscure author, Emily Holmes Coleman had an illustrious career. Born in Oakland, California in 1899, she lost her mother while a young girl, first by mental illness and then to death. Lonely years at boarding school were followed by four demanding years at Wellesley College. After graduation Emily Holmes married Lloyd Rig (Deke) Coleman, a psychologist. In 1925 they moved to France where Emily was the society editor for the &lt;i&gt;Chicago Tribune&lt;/i&gt; and Lloyd worked in advertising. Coleman published stories and poems in &lt;i&gt;transition&lt;/i&gt;, a magazine that styled itself the purveyor of "the revolution of the word."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XyohlSm1pN8/TrA7ZHBK7RI/AAAAAAAANv0/WbxfgNE9DvQ/s1600/EmmaGoldmanandEmilyHolmesColeman%252BViragoBooks-London.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="155" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XyohlSm1pN8/TrA7ZHBK7RI/AAAAAAAANv0/WbxfgNE9DvQ/s200/EmmaGoldmanandEmilyHolmesColeman%252BViragoBooks-London.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coleman's time in Europe was eventful. She spent a year in St. Tropez working as secretary to Emma Goldman, editing the anarchist's autobiography &lt;i&gt;Living My Life&lt;/i&gt; (1931). While on the Riviera, Coleman became friends with the eccentric art collector Peggy Guggenheim. Back in Paris, Coleman read the manuscript version of &lt;i&gt;Nightwood&lt;/i&gt; by fellow. Djuna Barnes. Few people remember that it was Coleman who engineered the publication of &lt;i&gt;Nightwood&lt;/i&gt; in 1936. Her skills at suggestion and persuasion worked so well that editor T.S. Eliot and the general public believed it had been Eliot's idea. His enthusiasm for the book led him to call &lt;i&gt;Nightwood "&lt;/i&gt;the best book written by a woman in the 20th century."&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;The Shutter Of Snow&lt;/i&gt; should have been so lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Shutter of Snow&lt;/i&gt; is published in the U.S. by Dalkey Archive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Images:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1 &amp;amp; 3..&amp;nbsp; Richard Lutsch - Figures for entrance to Purkersdorf Sanitorium, 1905, Museum fur Kunst und Gewerbe, Hamburg.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. Koloman Moser - chairs for Purkersdorf Sanitorium, c. 1904, Leopold Museum, Vienna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4.Oskar Kokoschka - The Tempest, 1914, Kunstmuseum, Basel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5.. Erika Giovanna Klein - Eyes, 1922, Kovacek-Spiegelgasse Gemaldegalerie, Vienna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6. Lucy Schwob a/k/a Claude Cahun&amp;nbsp; Self-portrait with Masks, c. 1919, Musee des Beaux-Arts, Nantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7. Lucy Schwob a/k/a/ Claude Cahun - title attributed: Behind Bars, private collection, France&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;8. unidentified photographer - Emma Goldman and Emily Holmes Coleman, Virago Books, London.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-8096658999237117939?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/8096658999237117939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=8096658999237117939&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/8096658999237117939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/8096658999237117939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2011/11/war-of-nerves-from-peter-altenberg-to.html' title='The War Of Nerves:  From Peter Altenberg To  Emily Holmes Coleman'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WoCu1H0zyFc/Tq7msw0o-5I/AAAAAAAANu0/umEr4Tl54js/s72-c/RichardLuktsch%252BEntranceFiguresForPurkersdorfSanitarium%252B1905%252BMusemFurKunstUndGewerbe-Hamburg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-5252893976952124608</id><published>2011-10-31T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T01:01:00.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mvgCiQ8MSzc/TpH9i5b2JAI/AAAAAAAANl0/BCXoaDH9fqw/s1600/RookwoodPottery%252BSomethingWicked%252B1901%252BJasonJacquesGallery.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mvgCiQ8MSzc/TpH9i5b2JAI/AAAAAAAANl0/BCXoaDH9fqw/s320/RookwoodPottery%252BSomethingWicked%252B1901%252BJasonJacquesGallery.jpg" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Image: Rookwood Pottery - &lt;i&gt;Something Wicked&lt;/i&gt;,&amp;nbsp; 1901, Jason Jacques Gallery, NYC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-5252893976952124608?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/5252893976952124608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=5252893976952124608&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/5252893976952124608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/5252893976952124608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mvgCiQ8MSzc/TpH9i5b2JAI/AAAAAAAANl0/BCXoaDH9fqw/s72-c/RookwoodPottery%252BSomethingWicked%252B1901%252BJasonJacquesGallery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-2636569872617034009</id><published>2011-10-29T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T10:27:36.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angles And Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vf3vT0YwSlk/TqwvlOQ77_I/AAAAAAAANs0/gDi4Z5Ek2P8/s1600/VilhelmHammershoi%252BLandscapeWithABarn%252B1883%252Bprivate-collection.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vf3vT0YwSlk/TqwvlOQ77_I/AAAAAAAANs0/gDi4Z5Ek2P8/s320/VilhelmHammershoi%252BLandscapeWithABarn%252B1883%252Bprivate-collection.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Although he achieved his first successes with unconventional portraits, the Danish painter Vilhelm Hammershoi &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1864-1916)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;brought an equally fresh perspective to landscape.&amp;nbsp; What is, in fact, a barn built into the ground becomes through the artist's vision an abstraction of angles andf light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J_x8mvoB8L8/TqwzWw0xFKI/AAAAAAAANs8/Jv6naOt0iqQ/s1600/VilhlemHammershoi%252BFarmhouse%252B1883%252BNordiskGalleri-Paris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="186" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J_x8mvoB8L8/TqwzWw0xFKI/AAAAAAAANs8/Jv6naOt0iqQ/s200/VilhlemHammershoi%252BFarmhouse%252B1883%252BNordiskGalleri-Paris.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Three remarkable images, all executed during the summer of 1883,&amp;nbsp; form a suite that makes a vivid impression of an austere rural aesthetic discovered&lt;i&gt; in situ&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Bright light becomes compatible with mystery when buildings and even entire vistas are cropped.&amp;nbsp; Thanks to the introduction of photography eccentric cropping became a popular tool for painters at the turn of the last century and Hammerstein seems to be an early experimenter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2sBrevmmTF0/Tqwz2bd9AzI/AAAAAAAANtE/AEVY7gCVeLs/s1600/VilhelmHammershoi%252BTheFarm%252B1883%252Bprivate-collection.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2sBrevmmTF0/Tqwz2bd9AzI/AAAAAAAANtE/AEVY7gCVeLs/s200/VilhelmHammershoi%252BTheFarm%252B1883%252Bprivate-collection.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Our view of the farmhouse is what one might see from close up.&amp;nbsp; Then again, looking at &lt;i&gt;The Farm &lt;/i&gt;we need time to orient ourselves to the angle of vision Hammershoi sets before us.&amp;nbsp; We know that we have seen something that looks like this before but what? &amp;nbsp; With these paintings Hammershoi refutes the idea that landscapes are conventional or unthinking entertainment.&amp;nbsp; They do not easily let the viewer go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Images: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. Landscape with a Barn, 1883, private collection, Denmark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. Farmhouse, 1833, Nordisk Galerie, Paris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. The Farm, 1883, private collection, Denmark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-2636569872617034009?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/2636569872617034009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=2636569872617034009&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/2636569872617034009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/2636569872617034009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2011/10/angles-and-light.html' title='Angles And Light'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vf3vT0YwSlk/TqwvlOQ77_I/AAAAAAAANs0/gDi4Z5Ek2P8/s72-c/VilhelmHammershoi%252BLandscapeWithABarn%252B1883%252Bprivate-collection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-1073978454739389301</id><published>2011-10-26T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T11:18:59.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarence White: Circle Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-czh6q6Hv_-8/TqhEixMfv0I/AAAAAAAANsU/jsZzimFNbzk/s1600/-ClarenceWhite-DropsOfRain%252B1908%252BCameraWork-Number23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-czh6q6Hv_-8/TqhEixMfv0I/AAAAAAAANsU/jsZzimFNbzk/s200/-ClarenceWhite-DropsOfRain%252B1908%252BCameraWork-Number23.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;God is a circle whose center is everywhere, and whose circumference is nowhere&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; - Hermes Trismegistus&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;second century BCE, Egypt&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Iconography, symbolism, genre.&amp;nbsp; All are subjects taken with extreme seriousness in the world of art criticism.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But artists intend to evoke a variety of responses other than hushed awe.&amp;nbsp; The clothespin figures of Atilio Salemme &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1911-1955)&lt;/span&gt; or the stilt-walking characters of early Lyonel Feininger are meant to bring smiles.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VZCGiYamRG0/TqhHCuIIUhI/AAAAAAAANsc/3wPWJUF-jkw/s1600/Clarence+White%252BBlowingBubbles%252Bc1900.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VZCGiYamRG0/TqhHCuIIUhI/AAAAAAAANsc/3wPWJUF-jkw/s200/Clarence+White%252BBlowingBubbles%252Bc1900.jpg" width="155" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As a change of pace from the febrile intensity of fin-de-siecle Vienna in recent posts, these photographs by Clarence H. White.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1871-1925)&lt;/span&gt; offer a straightforward delight.&amp;nbsp; White was an accountant who gradually realized that his photography was more than a hobby.&amp;nbsp; Encouraging by Arthur Wesley Dow to take up the teaching of photography in 1907 at Columbia University, White went on to found his own influential Pictorialist school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6zQJaQ1CpEA/TqhKhbyDnFI/AAAAAAAANsk/IzUG46_ZrKs/s1600/ClarenceWhite%252BThe+Ring+Toss%252B1899%252BYaleUniversityArtGellery.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6zQJaQ1CpEA/TqhKhbyDnFI/AAAAAAAANsk/IzUG46_ZrKs/s200/ClarenceWhite%252BThe+Ring+Toss%252B1899%252BYaleUniversityArtGellery.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Something about these low-tech pastimes, watching&amp;nbsp; raindrops bead on a transparent surface, blowing soap bubbles, or playing a game of quoits suggests the pleasure of thinking&amp;nbsp; and feeling shapes in motion.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I can't resist mentioning Max Wertheimer's Gestalt&amp;nbsp; principles of our perceptions of form (proximity, symmetry, etc.) but don't let them take away from the pleasure of looking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Images:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. Drops of Rain, 1908, Camera Work, Number 23.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. Blowing Bubbles, c. 1903, Herbert Johnson Museum, Cornell University, Ithaca, NY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. The Ring Toss, 1899, Yale University Art Gallery, New Haven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-1073978454739389301?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/1073978454739389301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=1073978454739389301&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/1073978454739389301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/1073978454739389301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2011/10/clarence-white-circle-games.html' title='Clarence White: Circle Games'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-czh6q6Hv_-8/TqhEixMfv0I/AAAAAAAANsU/jsZzimFNbzk/s72-c/-ClarenceWhite-DropsOfRain%252B1908%252BCameraWork-Number23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-6153628171245259850</id><published>2011-10-24T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T11:11:36.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Vienna.  The Glasgow School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOXYgRSzaTk/TqV1ZAansVI/AAAAAAAANrM/c869gIn7y_8/s1600/Glasgow-School-of-Art-Mackintosh-Painting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOXYgRSzaTk/TqV1ZAansVI/AAAAAAAANrM/c869gIn7y_8/s400/Glasgow-School-of-Art-Mackintosh-Painting.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nRhH_7A1zDM/TqV1kqemCYI/AAAAAAAANrU/ISpcUi_klFI/s1600/GlasgowTearoom%252BVienna%252B1900%252BHunterianGallery%252BUK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nRhH_7A1zDM/TqV1kqemCYI/AAAAAAAANrU/ISpcUi_klFI/s200/GlasgowTearoom%252BVienna%252B1900%252BHunterianGallery%252BUK.jpg" width="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How&amp;nbsp; the group of artists known as the Glasgow School became the talk of the Eighth Secession is also a story of Josef Hoffmann. &amp;nbsp; The Viennese architect produced&amp;nbsp; the exhibitions of the Vienna Secession in its early years and, although we may not realize it, he invented the "designed" exhibition. What better way to show the work of a group of artists than through a multi-media installation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YjuKVelYqtQ/TqV8zCM1dJI/AAAAAAAANrc/up3m1WLmHP4/s1600/C+R+Mackintosh%252BChair%252Bc1898%252BHunterianGallery-UniversityOfGlasgow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YjuKVelYqtQ/TqV8zCM1dJI/AAAAAAAANrc/up3m1WLmHP4/s200/C+R+Mackintosh%252BChair%252Bc1898%252BHunterianGallery-UniversityOfGlasgow.jpg" width="143" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Glasgow School had designed several&amp;nbsp; stylish tearooms, spaces where women could socialize in public.&amp;nbsp; Margaret Macdonald, Frances Macdonald,&amp;nbsp; Charles Rennie Mackintosh,&amp;nbsp; and Herbert McNair , two sisters and their&amp;nbsp; husbands, were known collectively as 'The Four.'&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The Mackintoshs were the leaders, Margaret specialized in painting and glass art; Charles was an architect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k6-MvqJKGXc/TqWBVdRRMYI/AAAAAAAANr0/EZaUN3dm4O4/s1600/MargaratMacdonaldMackintosh%252BJunirose%252B1898%252BBelvedereGalerie-Vienna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k6-MvqJKGXc/TqWBVdRRMYI/AAAAAAAANr0/EZaUN3dm4O4/s320/MargaratMacdonaldMackintosh%252BJunirose%252B1898%252BBelvedereGalerie-Vienna.jpg" width="139" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Several times Josef Hoffmann had visited England to study the Arts &amp;amp; Crafts&amp;nbsp; design and it was his invitation that brought the Glasgow group to Vienna.&amp;nbsp; The tearoom installation at the Eighth Secession used furniture designs from their Argyle Street Tearoom, including the Mackintosh 'rose' high-backed chair.&amp;nbsp; Critics and the public agreed in their praise of its airy charms&amp;nbsp; and, as happened with Fernand Khnopff's work&amp;nbsp; in 1898, local museums and collectors bought.&amp;nbsp; Interestingly, &lt;i&gt;The Seven Princesses - after Maurice Maeterlinck&lt;/i&gt; now in the Museum of Applied Culture, Vienna predates Margaret Macdonald Mackintosh's masterly&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Mysterious Garden&lt;/i&gt; (Scottish National Gallery).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcMjZX0DY0U/TqWnFv_EDgI/AAAAAAAANr8/YIIT_O52tpQ/s1600/MargaretMacDonald%252BTheSevenPrincesses-afterMauriceMaeterlinck%252B1906%252BMAK-Vienna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcMjZX0DY0U/TqWnFv_EDgI/AAAAAAAANr8/YIIT_O52tpQ/s320/MargaretMacDonald%252BTheSevenPrincesses-afterMauriceMaeterlinck%252B1906%252BMAK-Vienna.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kbX6M8-1diY/TqWAwTZKHII/AAAAAAAANrs/qMN5Akb6aYs/s1600/MargarteMacdonald%252BTheWhiteRoseAndTheRedRose%252B1902%252BWaerndorferCollection-Vienna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kbX6M8-1diY/TqWAwTZKHII/AAAAAAAANrs/qMN5Akb6aYs/s200/MargarteMacdonald%252BTheWhiteRoseAndTheRedRose%252B1902%252BWaerndorferCollection-Vienna.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Critics are still debating how much the visiting Scots influenced Viennese modernism but by 1900 the curvilinear style had become&amp;nbsp; like the child who doesn't realize how tired she is and keeps on running around until she drops.&amp;nbsp; The salutary effects of applied geometry were ready to make things new again.&amp;nbsp; This time to be mixed with elements of&amp;nbsp; medieval revival and recently discovered&amp;nbsp; Japanese arts of the floating world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bA2IY77rKrc/TqWADRIWodI/AAAAAAAANrk/BPETc7H0zsU/s1600/AdolfBoehm%252Bposter%252BEighthSecession%252B1900%252BMAK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bA2IY77rKrc/TqWADRIWodI/AAAAAAAANrk/BPETc7H0zsU/s200/AdolfBoehm%252Bposter%252BEighthSecession%252B1900%252BMAK.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Images:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1.Margaret Macdonald Mackintosh - frieze for Argyle Street tearoom, c.1898, Hunterian Gallery, University of Glasgow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. unidentified photographer - tearoom installation, 1900, Vienna, Hunterian Gallery, University of Glasgow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. Charles Rennie Mackintosh - chair, c.1898, Hunterian Gallery, University of Glasgow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. Margaret Macdonald Mackintosh - Junirose, 1898, Osterreisches Galerie Belvedere, Vienna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. Margaret Macdonald Mackintosh - The Seven Princesses - after Maurice Maerterlinck, 1906, Museum of Applied Culture, Vienna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6. Margaret Macdonald Mackintosh - The White Rose and the Red Rose, 1902, Waerendorfer Collection, Vienna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zs2-Z0ROYZQ/TqWqLf2MRDI/AAAAAAAANsE/Zrq4G33-YV4/s1600/MargaretMacdonaldMakcintosh%252Bcover%252BDeutsche+Kunst+und+Dekoration%252BMay1902.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zs2-Z0ROYZQ/TqWqLf2MRDI/AAAAAAAANsE/Zrq4G33-YV4/s200/MargaretMacdonaldMakcintosh%252Bcover%252BDeutsche+Kunst+und+Dekoration%252BMay1902.jpg" width="141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7. Margaret Macdonald Mackintosh -&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Deustche Kunst und Dekoration - cover, May 1902, Heidelberg University Digital Library. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-6153628171245259850?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/6153628171245259850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=6153628171245259850&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/6153628171245259850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/6153628171245259850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-vienna-glasgow-school.html' title='In Vienna.  The Glasgow School'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOXYgRSzaTk/TqV1ZAansVI/AAAAAAAANrM/c869gIn7y_8/s72-c/Glasgow-School-of-Art-Mackintosh-Painting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-7330679876964854876</id><published>2011-10-22T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T07:33:55.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Vienna. Fernand Khnopff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OeV4T4XYlko/TqGExbvCNEI/AAAAAAAANpM/F6ol-bCMaCo/s1600/FernandKhnopff%252BStillWater-Fosset%252B1894%252BOsterreicscheGalerieBelvedere-Vienna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OeV4T4XYlko/TqGExbvCNEI/AAAAAAAANpM/F6ol-bCMaCo/s400/FernandKhnopff%252BStillWater-Fosset%252B1894%252BOsterreicscheGalerieBelvedere-Vienna.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fSPn2R4_obs/TqGkZhShe8I/AAAAAAAANpU/jT27z1hCNX4/s1600/FernandKhnopff%252BInFosset-UnderTheTrees%252B1894%252BRoyalBelgianArtMuseum-Brussels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fSPn2R4_obs/TqGkZhShe8I/AAAAAAAANpU/jT27z1hCNX4/s200/FernandKhnopff%252BInFosset-UnderTheTrees%252B1894%252BRoyalBelgianArtMuseum-Brussels.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The last time we looked at Fernand Khnopff's&lt;i&gt; In Fosset. Still Waters, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(January 31, 2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I mentioned the impact the painting made when it was shown at the Vienna Secession in 1898.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Another Khnopff landscape, &lt;i&gt;In Fosset. Under The Trees &lt;/i&gt;has had an even longer half-life.&amp;nbsp; Gustav Klimt made several under the influence of its stylized vertical tree trunks, notably &lt;i&gt;Birch Forest. Buchenwald I&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1901, Dresden Gemmaldegalerie)&lt;/span&gt; and the photographer Albert Renger-Patzsch was obsessed by them.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Philippe Roberts-Jones, like Khnopff a Belgian, was the first to point out&amp;nbsp; the similarity between Khnopff's forest and Rene Magritte's &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Leader of the Pack&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1955)&lt;/span&gt;,&amp;nbsp; dominated by an impossibly large, nut-collecting squirrel.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bXtlVDJVU1U/TqGoEqfD7kI/AAAAAAAANpc/nxaRTDN6dVo/s1600/VerSacrum%252B1898.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bXtlVDJVU1U/TqGoEqfD7kI/AAAAAAAANpc/nxaRTDN6dVo/s200/VerSacrum%252B1898.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Comparing Magritte's work with another Symbolist, William Degouve de Nuncques &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(March 2008), &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;illustrates that &lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;he Surrealists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; shared the Symbolist knack for making pictures out of ideas.&amp;nbsp; The ideas in Fernand Khnopff's paintings were often presented like Zen Koans, in a form inaccessible to the rational mind. Paradoxically, this held true even when, as he often did, Khnopff created and named his images for the works of writers he admired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xc_8_jVQu6c/TqGpODCKNLI/AAAAAAAANpk/M8b08HxXgh8/s1600/FernandKhnopff%252BHeadOfAYoungEnglishwoman%252B1898%252Bcollection-of-AdolpheStoclet%252BMuseeD%2527Orsay-Paris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xc_8_jVQu6c/TqGpODCKNLI/AAAAAAAANpk/M8b08HxXgh8/s200/FernandKhnopff%252BHeadOfAYoungEnglishwoman%252B1898%252Bcollection-of-AdolpheStoclet%252BMuseeD%2527Orsay-Paris.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Khnopff's work was the star of the first Viennese Secession in March, 1898, and included mixed-media sculptures like the &lt;i&gt;Head of a Young Englishwoman&lt;/i&gt; which was bought by Adolphe Stoclet,&amp;nbsp; a Belgian engineer&amp;nbsp; in Vienna to supervise some railroad construction.&amp;nbsp; Stoclet, who came from an artistic family, (he was a nephew of painter Alfred Stevens) met architect Josef Hoffmann on the trip. &amp;nbsp; Today Stoclet&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; is remembered for&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; commissioning Hoffmann to design his new home in Brussels - the Palais Stoclet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MHu2R-tPf0A/TqGt2WXauKI/AAAAAAAANp0/Yuqsx9LvHGo/s1600/%257Evivien%252C-from-alfred%252C-lord-tennyson%2527s-%2527idylls-of-the-king%2527%252C-by-fernand-khnopff-%25281858-1921%2529%252C-1896.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MHu2R-tPf0A/TqGt2WXauKI/AAAAAAAANp0/Yuqsx9LvHGo/s200/%257Evivien%252C-from-alfred%252C-lord-tennyson%2527s-%2527idylls-of-the-king%2527%252C-by-fernand-khnopff-%25281858-1921%2529%252C-1896.jpg" width="103" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Another Khnopff sculpture, &lt;i&gt;Vivien&lt;/i&gt;, stayed in Vienna, bought by the Belvedere Galerie.&amp;nbsp; It depicts a character who is a thief of hearts,&amp;nbsp; embodying&amp;nbsp; two of the artist's preoccupations - Anglophilia and&lt;i&gt; femmes fatales.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;Lilie Mauqet, who modeled for &lt;i&gt;Diffidence, &lt;/i&gt;was one of three sisters from Glasgow whose Pre-Raphaelite looks appealed strongly to Khnopff.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He&amp;nbsp; rearranged the branches on his family tree to give greater prominence to the English in his background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SXJe_TFg3Tk/TqGuyjThrvI/AAAAAAAANqM/QyBmb6oT548/s1600/FernandKhnopff%252BDiffidence-LilieMauqet%252B1893%252Bprivate-collection-Belgium.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SXJe_TFg3Tk/TqGuyjThrvI/AAAAAAAANqM/QyBmb6oT548/s200/FernandKhnopff%252BDiffidence-LilieMauqet%252B1893%252Bprivate-collection-Belgium.jpg" width="136" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;&lt;m:dispdef&gt;&lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;&lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;&lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mwqqZRy-4Wg/TqGv4w1Se9I/AAAAAAAANqU/TxyMBhhRePE/s1600/FernandKhnopff%252BListeningToFlowers%252B1892%252BPrivateCollection-Belgium.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mwqqZRy-4Wg/TqGv4w1Se9I/AAAAAAAANqU/TxyMBhhRePE/s320/FernandKhnopff%252BListeningToFlowers%252B1892%252BPrivateCollection-Belgium.jpg" width="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;&lt;m:dispdef&gt;&lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;&lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;&lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Listening to Flowers &lt;/i&gt;was already familiar to German-speaking audiences; it had been published in the journal &lt;i&gt;Pan&lt;/i&gt; in 1895.&amp;nbsp; Inspired by a&amp;nbsp; Stephane Mallarme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;&lt;m:dispdef&gt;&lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;&lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;&lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;, the picture was an early example of another type of mixed-media work by Khnopff -&amp;nbsp; a combination of pastel and photography.&amp;nbsp; Khnopff was certainly a pioneer in this type of mixing, taking&amp;nbsp; a keen interest in the new medium and purchasing photographic paraphernalia for various experiments. at home&amp;nbsp; Some of the artist's friends were surprised after his death, when these items were found in his studio; the artist was accustomed to keeping his own counsel.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G0710Gi4x8U/TqGz0-YlcjI/AAAAAAAANqs/HM4IwLFqdlI/s1600/fenandKhnopff%252BAfterJosephinPeladan-TheSupremeVice%252B1885.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G0710Gi4x8U/TqGz0-YlcjI/AAAAAAAANqs/HM4IwLFqdlI/s320/fenandKhnopff%252BAfterJosephinPeladan-TheSupremeVice%252B1885.jpg" width="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;&lt;m:dispdef&gt;&lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;&lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;&lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Public attacks on his work at the beginning of his career probably only reinforced Khnopff's reticence.&amp;nbsp; In 1885, he illustrated the cover of a novel &lt;i&gt;The Supreme Vice.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;Khnopff knew its&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;author, Sar Josephin Pelaldon, through their shared interest in Rosicrucianism.&amp;nbsp; Peladon was a controversial character who&amp;nbsp; dabbled in occultism and alchemy, and claimed to be the reincarnation of an ancient Babylonian king.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately for Khnopff, his cover outraged Rose Caron, an opera singer whose portrait he had recently painted.&amp;nbsp; She claimed, whether sincerely or for publicity's sake,&amp;nbsp; that Khnopff had used her image in making it.&amp;nbsp; The young artist was so upset that he ripped the original pastel up and threw it at her feet.&amp;nbsp; The Belgian press was thrilled to promote the scandal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6c5qjm27A84/TqG1jItKGAI/AAAAAAAANq0/Lmgi5D5o8Vs/s1600/FernandKhnopff%252BIstar%252B1888%252B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6c5qjm27A84/TqG1jItKGAI/AAAAAAAANq0/Lmgi5D5o8Vs/s320/FernandKhnopff%252BIstar%252B1888%252B.jpg" width="129" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;&lt;m:dispdef&gt;&lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;&lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;&lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Three years later, another Peladon work &lt;i&gt;Istar&lt;/i&gt; was the occasion for one of Khnopff's most disturbing works.&amp;nbsp; The image shows a woman with her arms raised (possibly bound?) above her head.&amp;nbsp; Meanwhile, serpent-like vegetation binds her legs and claws at her genitals.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Khnopff's portrayals of women, particularly those of his sister Marguerite, would continue to make viewers uneasy throughout his career.&amp;nbsp; .&amp;nbsp; The Viennese magazine &lt;i&gt;Ver Sacrum &lt;/i&gt;devoted its issue of December 1898 to honor Khnopff's work. All the works illustrated here were included among the twenty-one that Khnopff chose for the Vienna exhibition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“we who seem to desire one another, my sister, we recognize each other.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Yes, you are my sister since you recite softly the hymns of the unreal that I chant at the top of my voice.&amp;nbsp; Yes, you are my sister, because you have not hearkened to the mortal stammerers of love and the gross jolts of women…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Sisterhood, incest, virtue or sin, assumption or fall, whatever shall be the fate of our love, new born that it may raise over us a mystical aurora…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be my sister…If incest one day comes to join our mouths, we will have at least made the efoort of a grand fate, and we will have fought, before our downfall, against the earth and instinctive force…&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sJORyOVREjw/TqL8zw9KQmI/AAAAAAAANrE/oaZnir_qhfc/s1600/Fernand+Khnopff%252BSoltiude%252B1891%252B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sJORyOVREjw/TqL8zw9KQmI/AAAAAAAANrE/oaZnir_qhfc/s320/Fernand+Khnopff%252BSoltiude%252B1891%252B.jpg" width="86" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Attempts to understand Khnopff's intentions are always incomplete.&amp;nbsp; Charles Baudelaire, another poet admired by Khnopff wrote lines that serve as well as any to get at the fascination Khnopff's work continues to exert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt; We cannot but arrive at this truth that everything is hieroglyphic...Well, what is a poet - I take this word in its widest sense - if not a translator, a decipherer?&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Fernand Khnopff, the Viennese found much to admire.&amp;nbsp; His quixotic mixing of sacred&amp;nbsp; imagery,&amp;nbsp; symbolic decadence, and uneasy attraction to modernity was just what their new movement in art was looking for.&amp;nbsp; For Khnopff the triumph must have been especially sweet:&amp;nbsp; his family had been raised to the aristocracy by the Emperor in 1621.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NETpIwKR_MU/TqL2Z0WwH9I/AAAAAAAANq8/xlgatGz5taM/s1600/FernandKhnopff%252BWithVerhaeren-AnAngel%252Bc1899%252BRoyalMuseumOfFineArts-brussels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NETpIwKR_MU/TqL2Z0WwH9I/AAAAAAAANq8/xlgatGz5taM/s320/FernandKhnopff%252BWithVerhaeren-AnAngel%252Bc1899%252BRoyalMuseumOfFineArts-brussels.jpg" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Images:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. In Fosset. Still Water, 1894, Osterreisches Galerie Belvedere, Vienna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. In Fosset. Under the Trees, 1894, Belgian Royal Museum of Art, Brussels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. cover of Ver Sacrum, December 1898, Heidelberg University Digital Archive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. Head of a Young Woman, 1898, Musee d'Orsay, Paris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. Vivien, 1896, Osterreisches Galerie Belvedere, Vienna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6. Diffidence, 1893, private collection, Belgium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7. Listening to Flowers,&amp;nbsp; 1892, private collection, Belgium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;8. After Josephin Peladon. The Supreme Vice, 1885, private collection, Belgium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;9. Istar, 1888, private collection, Belgium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;10. Soltiude, 18981, Belgian Royal Museum of Fine Art, Brussels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;11. With Verhaeren. An Angel, c.1898, Belgian Royal Museum of Art, Brussels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-7330679876964854876?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/7330679876964854876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=7330679876964854876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/7330679876964854876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/7330679876964854876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-vienna-fernand-khnopff.html' title='In Vienna. Fernand Khnopff'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OeV4T4XYlko/TqGExbvCNEI/AAAAAAAANpM/F6ol-bCMaCo/s72-c/FernandKhnopff%252BStillWater-Fosset%252B1894%252BOsterreicscheGalerieBelvedere-Vienna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-8709110767764993257</id><published>2011-10-18T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T06:30:19.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Landscapeland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J2t-iqrV1go/TpxwIVisqxI/AAAAAAAANn8/8VMVDyWjIkc/s1600/WSRice%252BTwilight-EastOakland%252Bc1920s%252BSFMFA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J2t-iqrV1go/TpxwIVisqxI/AAAAAAAANn8/8VMVDyWjIkc/s320/WSRice%252BTwilight-EastOakland%252Bc1920s%252BSFMFA.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BesLLVzNWVo/Tp2PJTG3uxI/AAAAAAAANoE/QtInasWmPUk/s1600/WilliamSeltzerRice%252BTheAdobe-Capistrano%252Bc1920-1935%252BSFMSA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BesLLVzNWVo/Tp2PJTG3uxI/AAAAAAAANoE/QtInasWmPUk/s200/WilliamSeltzerRice%252BTheAdobe-Capistrano%252Bc1920-1935%252BSFMSA.jpg" width="154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Landscape,&amp;nbsp; the aesthetic version of the natural world, has a long history in art, dating back to the Renaissance, when it began to emerge from the background of&amp;nbsp; religious subjects.&amp;nbsp; It fell out of favor with early 20th century&amp;nbsp; Modernists.&amp;nbsp; Only recently, exhibitions devoted to the landscapes of Gustav Klimt, who died in 1918, have come as a revelation.&amp;nbsp; It was left to photographers and the makers of prints, flying under the radar.&amp;nbsp; They knew what Virgil had written in &lt;i&gt;The Golden Age Returns &lt;/i&gt;from&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;the fourth Eclogue:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9noJMsutHmQ/Tp2PiSRdhwI/AAAAAAAANoM/ibg9xOroNqg/s1600/PedroDeLemos%252BFishingDay%252BSFMFA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9noJMsutHmQ/Tp2PiSRdhwI/AAAAAAAANoM/ibg9xOroNqg/s200/PedroDeLemos%252BFishingDay%252BSFMFA.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"...faint traces of our former wickedness will linger on, to make us venture on the seas in ships, build walls around our cities, and plow the soil."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lpjlJr-mVQU/Tp2P434DenI/AAAAAAAANoU/I81DpQWlqjM/s1600/PedrodeLemos%252BSun-Dappled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lpjlJr-mVQU/Tp2P434DenI/AAAAAAAANoU/I81DpQWlqjM/s200/PedrodeLemos%252BSun-Dappled.jpg" width="185" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; California, growing exponentially at the same time, was a veritable landscapeland, with Sequoia forests and barren depths of the aptly named Death Valley&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pedro de Lemos,&lt;/span&gt; (1882-1954)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; director of the Stanford Museum, and William Rice, (&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1873 – 1963)&lt;/span&gt; s an early&amp;nbsp; teacher of woodcut techniques, created&amp;nbsp; atmospheric landscapes in&amp;nbsp; color woodcuts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bEinT7kqANw/Tp2yF_GXOXI/AAAAAAAANoc/2f7_kaNoWRY/s1600/BessieEllaHazen%252BCarmelCypresses%252B1861-1946%252BSFMFA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bEinT7kqANw/Tp2yF_GXOXI/AAAAAAAANoc/2f7_kaNoWRY/s200/BessieEllaHazen%252BCarmelCypresses%252B1861-1946%252BSFMFA.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unhampered by the limelight, woodblock printers tried on borrowed styles from Japan and Mexico in their works. The diverse imagery of extremes of topography was united by a shared technique which, in turn,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;inspired several distinctive art movements. &amp;nbsp; Women gained a powerful and early voice in this medium, as did the labor movement and Latino artists.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YwW5O1FAxXY/Tp20C6tzYII/AAAAAAAANok/HkcCpLgIyUU/s1600/Bertha+Lum%252BPOintLobos%252B1929%252BSmithsoniianMuseumOfAmerican+Art.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YwW5O1FAxXY/Tp20C6tzYII/AAAAAAAANok/HkcCpLgIyUU/s200/Bertha+Lum%252BPOintLobos%252B1929%252BSmithsoniianMuseumOfAmerican+Art.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Several &amp;nbsp;artists went directly to the source and traveled to Japan to  study printmaking techniques and aesthetics. &amp;nbsp;Bertha Lum &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1869 – 1954)&lt;/span&gt; went so far as to spend her honeymoon studying in Japan.&amp;nbsp; Helen Hyde &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1868 – 1919) &lt;/span&gt;grew up in San Francisco but was introduced to Japanese printmaking when she studied in Paris with the collector Felix Regamey.(You'll find both Hyde and Regamey elsewhere on this site.)&amp;nbsp; Hyde moved to Japan in 1899, later returning to live in Pasadena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pHxcZAE71V8/Tp223WBDvkI/AAAAAAAANos/tMVZtzu011o/s1600/HelenHyde%252BChurchInCuernavaca%252B1912%252BSMTIHSONIAN.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pHxcZAE71V8/Tp223WBDvkI/AAAAAAAANos/tMVZtzu011o/s200/HelenHyde%252BChurchInCuernavaca%252B1912%252BSMTIHSONIAN.jpg" width="173" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anders Aldrin &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1889-1970) &lt;/span&gt;immigrated from Sweden to the American midwest as a young man but found his vocation and his subject in southern California.&amp;nbsp; Attracted to subjects with romantic names - Echo Park, Silver Lake - he probably appreciated the symbolism that attaches to Zabriskie Point.&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g0eu2OYT0to/Tp25E-jkoVI/AAAAAAAANo0/Bhe207qm0V8/s1600/AndersAldrin%252B1889-1970%252BZabriskiePoint-DeathValley%252Bbefore+1970%252BSFMOMA.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g0eu2OYT0to/Tp25E-jkoVI/AAAAAAAANo0/Bhe207qm0V8/s200/AndersAldrin%252B1889-1970%252BZabriskiePoint-DeathValley%252Bbefore+1970%252BSFMOMA.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Other immigrant artists are more obscure, like Carl Langheim &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1872-1941) &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;whose work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;suggests the influence of by Symbolism and the Nabis.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;The Wood &lt;/i&gt;could easily be paired something by Charles Lacoste, for instance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LdCKmYf7TIA/Tp26nsZnmSI/AAAAAAAANo8/8m4vNb_qqaY/s1600/CarlLangheim%252B1872-1941%252BTheWood%252B1896%252BSFMFA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LdCKmYf7TIA/Tp26nsZnmSI/AAAAAAAANo8/8m4vNb_qqaY/s200/CarlLangheim%252B1872-1941%252BTheWood%252B1896%252BSFMFA.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another transplanted artist, Elizabeth Norton &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1887-1985)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;moved to San Francisco from Chicago.&amp;nbsp; An example of a recognizable California urban landscape is her Berkeley stadium (1926).&lt;/span&gt; An autumn football game becomes a landscape by virtue of human absence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The California Labor School in &amp;nbsp;San Francisco became a center of woodblock printing and, today, the San Francisco Museum of Fine Arts has a large collection of color woodcuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AeGjlR4ISeQ/Tp29Jo69LCI/AAAAAAAANpE/nDXBIzqtmxQ/s1600/ElizabethNorton%252B1888-1985%252BStadiumUC%252Bc1926%252BSFMFA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AeGjlR4ISeQ/Tp29Jo69LCI/AAAAAAAANpE/nDXBIzqtmxQ/s200/ElizabethNorton%252B1888-1985%252BStadiumUC%252Bc1926%252BSFMFA.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Images:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. William S. Rice - Twilight - East Oakland, 1920s, San Francisco Museum of Fine Arts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. William S. Rice - The Adobe House, c. 1920-1935, San Francisco Museum of Fine Arts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. Pedro de Lemos - Fishing Day, undated, San Francisco Museum of Fine Arts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. Pedro de Lemos - Sun-dappled, private collection, California.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. Bessie Ella Hazen (1881-1946) - Carmel Cypresses, undated, San Francisco Museum of Fine Arts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6. Bertha Lum - Point Lobos, 1929&amp;lt; Smithsonian Museum of American Art, Washington, D.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7. Helen Hyde - Church in Cuernavaca, 1912, Smithsonian Museum of American Art, Washington, D.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;8. Anders Aldrin - Zabriskie Point - Death Valley, undated, San Francisco Museum of Fine Ary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;9. Carl Langheim - The Wood, 1896, San Francisco museum of Fine Art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;10. Elizabeth Norton - U.C. Stadium, 1926,&amp;nbsp; San Francisco museum of Fine Arts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-8709110767764993257?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/8709110767764993257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=8709110767764993257&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/8709110767764993257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/8709110767764993257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2011/10/landscapeland.html' title='Landscapeland'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J2t-iqrV1go/TpxwIVisqxI/AAAAAAAANn8/8VMVDyWjIkc/s72-c/WSRice%252BTwilight-EastOakland%252Bc1920s%252BSFMFA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-1626944032120725147</id><published>2011-10-15T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T06:32:36.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean New World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gVrGON_YGb4/TpnDa90WnRI/AAAAAAAANnc/VN5UvCvhLjY/s1600/BalClay%252BDerWinerIstVerwohnt%252B1954%252BMAK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="289" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gVrGON_YGb4/TpnDa90WnRI/AAAAAAAANnc/VN5UvCvhLjY/s320/BalClay%252BDerWinerIstVerwohnt%252B1954%252BMAK.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;To get the whole world out of bed &lt;br /&gt;And washed, and dressed, and warmed, and fed, &lt;br /&gt;To work, and back to bed again, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Believe me, Saul, costs worlds of pain&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- excerpted from&lt;i&gt; The Everlasting Mercy&lt;/i&gt; by John Masefield&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But some are oblivious to such eternal truths, according to the advertisement (above) for United Laundry of Vienna: "The Viennese are pampered."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5t2K677CPIc/TpnEuiXERRI/AAAAAAAANnk/8-dzKm0TGMQ/s1600/ErnstLudwigFrank%252BOlso%252Bc1925%252BMAK-Vienna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5t2K677CPIc/TpnEuiXERRI/AAAAAAAANnk/8-dzKm0TGMQ/s200/ErnstLudwigFrank%252BOlso%252Bc1925%252BMAK-Vienna.jpg" width="153" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In her book &lt;i&gt;Clean New World&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Cambridge, MA, MIT Press: 2001),&lt;/span&gt; historian Maud Lavin finds connections between the people who do the cleaning (still women, mostly) and the graphic designers of advertising and packaging for cleaning products.&amp;nbsp; Both groups are relatively less powerful, the value of their work is underrated and, one of the coping skills they use to make their situation less stressful is humor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pFROeJ-oiAo/TpnE4PdxMeI/AAAAAAAANns/egV30_P5YfE/s1600/CecilCharlesAldin%252BColman%2527sStarch%252B1900%252BBemrose%252BSons-London.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pFROeJ-oiAo/TpnE4PdxMeI/AAAAAAAANns/egV30_P5YfE/s200/CecilCharlesAldin%252BColman%2527sStarch%252B1900%252BBemrose%252BSons-London.jpg" width="91" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Images:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. Bal Clay - Der Winer ist verwohnt, 1954, Museum of Applied Culture, Vienna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. Ernst Ludwig Frank - Olso, c. 1925, Museum of Applied Culture, Vienna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. Cecil Charles Aldin - Colman Starch, 1900, Bemrose &amp;amp; Sons, London.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; hans Nuemann - King's Soap, 1924, Museum of Applied Culture, Vienna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J9koxrXnvjw/TpsdrwuYHLI/AAAAAAAANn0/AKLizG6g8ww/s1600/HansNeumann%252BKingSoap%252B1924%252BMAK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J9koxrXnvjw/TpsdrwuYHLI/AAAAAAAANn0/AKLizG6g8ww/s200/HansNeumann%252BKingSoap%252B1924%252BMAK.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-1626944032120725147?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/1626944032120725147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=1626944032120725147&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/1626944032120725147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/1626944032120725147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2011/10/clean-new-world.html' title='Clean New World'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gVrGON_YGb4/TpnDa90WnRI/AAAAAAAANnc/VN5UvCvhLjY/s72-c/BalClay%252BDerWinerIstVerwohnt%252B1954%252BMAK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-7713528831049047424</id><published>2011-10-13T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T06:31:01.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Again: Robert Demachy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qkjB472lSxs/Tpco9cyjeYI/AAAAAAAANms/CBnRjXY6FW8/s1600/RobertDeamchy%252BEnBretagne%252BCameraWoek%252Bjanuary1904.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qkjB472lSxs/Tpco9cyjeYI/AAAAAAAANms/CBnRjXY6FW8/s320/RobertDeamchy%252BEnBretagne%252BCameraWoek%252Bjanuary1904.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Do not say that Nature being beautiful and photography being able to reproduce its beauty; therefore photography is Art.&amp;nbsp; This is unsound.&amp;nbsp; Nature is often beautiful, of course, but never artistic ‘per se’, for there can be not art without the intervention of the artist in the making of the picture.&amp;nbsp; Nature is but a theme for the artist to play upon.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Straight photography registers the theme, that is all – and between ourselves, registers it indifferently.&lt;/i&gt;”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- Robert Demachy in &lt;i&gt;Camera Work&lt;/i&gt; 17 (April 1907):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBm0tCTS5Zo/Tpcouc6RIPI/AAAAAAAANmk/Bv8QFRCq94s/s1600/RobertDeamcy%252BMiss+S.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBm0tCTS5Zo/Tpcouc6RIPI/AAAAAAAANmk/Bv8QFRCq94s/s200/RobertDeamcy%252BMiss+S.jpg" width="146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He detested amateur photography and wrote tirelessly to explicate the artistic dimensions of professional photography at a time when the new medium was&amp;nbsp; yet undefined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0hF-q8MaECk/TpclwxPYUWI/AAAAAAAANmU/HQ8OJ5XtwEU/s1600/RobertDemachy%252BMadeleine_FromPortfolio%252BBostonMFA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0hF-q8MaECk/TpclwxPYUWI/AAAAAAAANmU/HQ8OJ5XtwEU/s320/RobertDemachy%252BMadeleine_FromPortfolio%252BBostonMFA.jpg" width="188" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A pioneer of French pictorialism, Robert Demachy&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; (1859-1936)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;created unusual effects using&amp;nbsp; the gum bichromate process invented by his countryman&amp;nbsp; Alphonse Poitevin in 1855. &amp;nbsp; In his photographs, Demachy achieved things that&amp;nbsp; had previously been&amp;nbsp; seen only&amp;nbsp; in etching sor watercolors. And he did it before the invention of sophisticated lenses and&amp;nbsp; other accouterments we now take for granted.&amp;nbsp; By scratchings and erasures on his plate negatives, Demachy's manipulated backgrounds&amp;nbsp; enhanced the the grace and stature of his subjects, creating&amp;nbsp; a satisfying compositional whole.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Among many Demachy photographs, &lt;i&gt;In Brittany &lt;/i&gt;appeared &lt;i&gt;Camera Work &lt;/i&gt;(Issue 5&lt;i&gt; - &lt;/i&gt;1904).&amp;nbsp; Although the young woman's face is visible only in profile and she is obviously posed carefully, the photographer captures a strong sense of individuality, something he did well.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vxjDlmwnvcs/TpcqELdZ45I/AAAAAAAANm0/9M1VfzwA2Xw/s1600/RobertDemachy%252BSpeed%252BCameraWork%252BJuly1904.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="139" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vxjDlmwnvcs/TpcqELdZ45I/AAAAAAAANm0/9M1VfzwA2Xw/s200/RobertDemachy%252BSpeed%252BCameraWork%252BJuly1904.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think that&lt;i&gt; Speed,&lt;/i&gt; often reproduced, was an especially heartfelt image.&amp;nbsp; Demachy was one of the first Frenchmen to&amp;nbsp; own an automobile, circa 1890, at a time when they were still experiments in motion, being both expensive and dangerous.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Severity&lt;/i&gt;, on the other hand,&amp;nbsp; is an homage to a new style in painting - Symbolism.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b2pezSYpejQ/TpcrUgyPDqI/AAAAAAAANnE/cyDVUTfB9Eg/s1600/RobertDemachy%252BSeverity%252BCameraWork%252BJanuary1904.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="140" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b2pezSYpejQ/TpcrUgyPDqI/AAAAAAAANnE/cyDVUTfB9Eg/s200/RobertDemachy%252BSeverity%252BCameraWork%252BJanuary1904.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Demachy's nudes (see &lt;i&gt;Struggle&lt;/i&gt;, again from &lt;i&gt;Camera Work&lt;/i&gt; 5, for instance) have become known as much for their subject matter as for their place in his work.&amp;nbsp; I was especially interested to find the portfolio of&amp;nbsp; sixteen rare prints at the Boston Museum of Fine Arts.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Madeleine &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;Miss S.&lt;/i&gt; deserve to be much better known&lt;i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; Robert Demachy had much to say and his photographs still do, a century after he first made points that are still being debated today.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-447W9BDPPP8/TpcuCezcLoI/AAAAAAAANnU/YmC25zbj6SE/s1600/RobertDemachy%252BWomanInABoaterHat%252B1899%252BMediatheque-Paris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-447W9BDPPP8/TpcuCezcLoI/AAAAAAAANnU/YmC25zbj6SE/s200/RobertDemachy%252BWomanInABoaterHat%252B1899%252BMediatheque-Paris.jpg" width="146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Images:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1.&lt;i&gt; En Bretagne&lt;/i&gt;, 1904, camera Work 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. &lt;i&gt;Miss S.&lt;/i&gt;, undated, Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. &lt;i&gt;Madeleine&lt;/i&gt;,&amp;nbsp; undated, Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. &lt;i&gt;Speed&lt;/i&gt;, July 1904, Camera Work. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5.&lt;i&gt; Severity&lt;/i&gt;, &amp;nbsp; January 1904, Camera Work. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6. &lt;i&gt;Woman in a Boater Hat&lt;/i&gt;, 1899, Mediatheque, Paris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7. &lt;i&gt;Hedgerow Under the Snow&lt;/i&gt;, 1907, Boston Museum of Fine Arts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R8hcjdvmw2Q/TpctyfSxZXI/AAAAAAAANnM/WvdgNTJT8BI/s1600/RobertDemachy%252BHedgerowUnderTheSnow%252B1897%252BBostonMFA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G-R8GZjLbxQ/TnZLuV-HtTI/AAAAAAAANjI/DBWT4EDycWU/s1600/AugustWilhlemJuliusAhlhorn%252BTheBayOfPossuoliOfftheCoastOfNaples%252B1832%252BNationalGallery-Berlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="137" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G-R8GZjLbxQ/TnZLuV-HtTI/AAAAAAAANjI/DBWT4EDycWU/s400/AugustWilhlemJuliusAhlhorn%252BTheBayOfPossuoliOfftheCoastOfNaples%252B1832%252BNationalGallery-Berlin.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“The most beautiful country in the universe inhabited by the most idiotic species.” &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;– Marquis de Sade from &lt;i&gt;Voyage d’Italie, &lt;/i&gt;1775-76&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;.`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judgied by pictures, the Bay of Naples is the Italian peninsula's most beautiful vista&amp;nbsp; The French writer Stendhal &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1783-1824)&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, who lived for awhile in Milan and served as the French consul to Trieste before the Risorgimento,&amp;nbsp; wrote that only Naples had "the true makings of a capital."&amp;nbsp; As for the other cities of the peninsula, .they were merely "glorified provincial towns like Lyon."&lt;br /&gt;In the centuries between the fall of the Roman Empire and the confederation, Naples was the largest and most prosperous city in Italy. Its merchants conducted a robust international trade, its governors enacted a n admirable legal system, and its citizens enjoyed a cosmopolitan culture .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have never been to Naples, although my father's parents were both born there.&amp;nbsp; Each moved to the United States in adolescence with their respective families.&amp;nbsp; Although Naples is one of the oldest cities in the world, when the Greeks arrived to establish a beachhead on the Italian peninsula, they gave it the name Neapolis (its Greek meaning is 'new city') and the name stuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pOYo4XdybME/TpMzAWov_JI/AAAAAAAANl4/KicRxVa6_eM/s1600/HenryBrokman%252BTerraceOfTheHotelCocumella-Sorrento%252B1913%252BMuseeDuPetit-palais%252BParis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pOYo4XdybME/TpMzAWov_JI/AAAAAAAANl4/KicRxVa6_eM/s320/HenryBrokman%252BTerraceOfTheHotelCocumella-Sorrento%252B1913%252BMuseeDuPetit-palais%252BParis.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite evidence to the contrary,&amp;nbsp; legends persist that Horace and Virgil wrote there.&amp;nbsp; Beauty does that to people, inspiring poetry and bending mere evidence.&amp;nbsp; An old Neapolitan rumor has it&amp;nbsp; that&amp;nbsp; when moonlight strikes the Possuoli Bay it is so beautiful that even the fish fall under its spell.&amp;nbsp; The usually rigorous W.H.Auden insisted that evidence proved that the German poet Goethe finally lost his virginity there, at the age of thirty-seven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fW2CuOxtGek/TpMzsoephII/AAAAAAAANl8/AbBwsYz51-U/s1600/HenryBrokman%252BTerrasseDeL%2527HotelCocumellaWithMtVesuviusInTheBackground%252B1897%252BMuseeDuPetit-Palais%252BParis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fW2CuOxtGek/TpMzsoephII/AAAAAAAANl8/AbBwsYz51-U/s320/HenryBrokman%252BTerrasseDeL%2527HotelCocumellaWithMtVesuviusInTheBackground%252B1897%252BMuseeDuPetit-Palais%252BParis.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Veduta&lt;/i&gt;, an Italian word meaning view, has come to be associated with paintings of grand urban vistas, which include large expanses of water.&amp;nbsp; And mountains are helpful, too.&amp;nbsp; Naples has both, including one of the most mythologized and ill-tempered mountains, the volcanic Mt. Vesuvius.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;The Bay of Possuoli Off the Coast of Naples&lt;/i&gt; by the German artists August Wilhelm Julius Ahlborn &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1796-1857) &lt;/span&gt;is unusually charming, capturing the intense lavender blue of the water, and also curiously typical in its origins.&amp;nbsp; The &lt;i&gt;veduta&lt;/i&gt; appears to have sprung from the paintbrushes of northern Europeans dazzled by the warmth,&amp;nbsp; light, and&amp;nbsp; sublimity of beauty and terror in close proximity. Even the starkly modern images created by the visiting Welshman, Thomas Jones &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1742-1803), &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;with their cropped views of Neapolitan vernacular buildings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; suggest thrilling views just beyond our sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4BxrjeqtOdA/TpM0lgc_IiI/AAAAAAAANmA/QhoHuDYYt4k/s1600/ThomasJones%252BRooftopsInNaples%252BAprile1782%252BAshmoleanMuseum-Oxford.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4BxrjeqtOdA/TpM0lgc_IiI/AAAAAAAANmA/QhoHuDYYt4k/s320/ThomasJones%252BRooftopsInNaples%252BAprile1782%252BAshmoleanMuseum-Oxford.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Images:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;1. August Wilhlem Julius Ahlborn - &lt;i&gt;The Bay of Possuoili Off the Coast of Naples&lt;/i&gt;, 1832, National Gallery, Berlin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. Henry Brokman&amp;nbsp; - &lt;i&gt;Terrace of the Hotel Cocumella&lt;/i&gt;, 1913, Musee du Petit-Palais, Paris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. Henry Brokman -&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Terrace of the Hotel Cocumella with Mt. Vesuvius in the Background&lt;/i&gt;, Musee du Petit-Palais, Paris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. Thomas Jones -&lt;i&gt; Rooftops in Naples&lt;/i&gt;, Aprile (sic) 1782, Ashmolean Museum, Oxford, UK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-3586881975587654106?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/3586881975587654106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=3586881975587654106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/3586881975587654106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/3586881975587654106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2011/10/veduta-bay-of-naples.html' title='Veduta: The Bay Of Naples'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G-R8GZjLbxQ/TnZLuV-HtTI/AAAAAAAANjI/DBWT4EDycWU/s72-c/AugustWilhlemJuliusAhlhorn%252BTheBayOfPossuoliOfftheCoastOfNaples%252B1832%252BNationalGallery-Berlin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-3611857759033589506</id><published>2011-10-07T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T07:31:06.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smudge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Llrd2D7a_r4/To8NowCnrQI/AAAAAAAANlc/TVeaFFqoeK0/s1600/AbbottHandersonThayer%252BTheLightOfTheSmudge%252B1874%252BFoggMuseum-Harvard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="171" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Llrd2D7a_r4/To8NowCnrQI/AAAAAAAANlc/TVeaFFqoeK0/s320/AbbottHandersonThayer%252BTheLightOfTheSmudge%252B1874%252BFoggMuseum-Harvard.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A smudge is a mass of burning organic matter, placed on the windward side of vegetation, that protects crops from frost on cold nights.&amp;nbsp; A smudge is also a technique used in pastel and watercolor.&amp;nbsp; The two come together in &lt;i&gt;The Light of the Smudge&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(above)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; by Abbott Handerson Thayer (1849-1921).&amp;nbsp; Thayer was a student at the Brooklyn Academy of Design when he created this image recalled from his childhood in southern New Hampshire from memory.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cISV3MQkIec/To9A-lIK54I/AAAAAAAANlk/W02z0c5vSi8/s1600/ArthurBDavies%252BAcrossTheValley%252BMetmueum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cISV3MQkIec/To9A-lIK54I/AAAAAAAANlk/W02z0c5vSi8/s320/ArthurBDavies%252BAcrossTheValley%252BMetmueum.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thayer's near contemporary, Arthur Bowen Davies&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; (1863-1928), &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;grew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; up in Utica, New York, a city on the Mohawk River, just on the southern edge of the Adirondack Mountains.&amp;nbsp; Bowen&amp;nbsp; left off dating&amp;nbsp; or identifying his pastels, another form of smudging.&amp;nbsp; I have looked at dozens of these pastels and some of them,&amp;nbsp; seen here, seem like memories of his native landscape.&amp;nbsp; Traveling east and west along the Mohawk and the Erie Canal, I have seen these palces - real or imagined - many times. Davies lived in France and Florence, Italy (where he died) as well as in upstate New York.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aU_xXkNMCQk/To9BzDvI5dI/AAAAAAAANlo/FCoGcIPACTU/s1600/ArthurBowenDavies%252BMountainsInMoonlight%252Bno-date%252BMetmuseum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aU_xXkNMCQk/To9BzDvI5dI/AAAAAAAANlo/FCoGcIPACTU/s320/ArthurBowenDavies%252BMountainsInMoonlight%252Bno-date%252BMetmuseum.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Images:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. Abbott Handerson Thayer - &lt;i&gt;The Light of the Smudge,&lt;/i&gt; 1874, Fogg Museum, Cambridge, MA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. Arthur Bowen Davies - &lt;i&gt;Across the Valley&lt;/i&gt;, undated, Metropolitan Museum of Art, NYC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. Arthur Bowen Davies - &lt;i&gt;Mountains in Moonligh&lt;/i&gt;t, undated, Metropolitan Museum of Art, NYC.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. Arthur Bowen Davies -&lt;i&gt; Autumn Landscape,&lt;/i&gt; undated, Metropolitan Museum of Art, NYC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qd1Qft4KU9o/To9DnAhTwhI/AAAAAAAANls/OyZtjZDM7J4/s1600/ArthurBDavies%252BAutumnWoods%252BMetmuseum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qd1Qft4KU9o/To9DnAhTwhI/AAAAAAAANls/OyZtjZDM7J4/s320/ArthurBDavies%252BAutumnWoods%252BMetmuseum.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-3611857759033589506?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/3611857759033589506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=3611857759033589506&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/3611857759033589506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/3611857759033589506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2011/10/smudge.html' title='Smudge'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Llrd2D7a_r4/To8NowCnrQI/AAAAAAAANlc/TVeaFFqoeK0/s72-c/AbbottHandersonThayer%252BTheLightOfTheSmudge%252B1874%252BFoggMuseum-Harvard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-2970781854648685964</id><published>2011-10-05T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T07:39:07.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jules Bastien-Lepage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PI5-269dFDY/TotIhfWsyVI/AAAAAAAANk0/8O2LhnWcweM/s1600/JulesBastien-Lepage%252BPortraitOfTheArtist%2527s+Mother%252B1877%252BMuseeDesBeaux-Arts-Nice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PI5-269dFDY/TotIhfWsyVI/AAAAAAAANk0/8O2LhnWcweM/s200/JulesBastien-Lepage%252BPortraitOfTheArtist%2527s+Mother%252B1877%252BMuseeDesBeaux-Arts-Nice.jpg" width="148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;    &lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;“And when other painters saw Bastien-Lepage´s pictures and discovered he had simply set up his easel outdoors, posed his models, and painted right there through to the finish, they sought to do likewise with an unprecedented fervor. All this activity resulted in a fresher, more vivid concept of outdoor color and by the year 1880 the plein-air movement was in full swing.”&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; - Anthony Watkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K82fA96Fgp4/TotIlkCr35I/AAAAAAAANk4/M50RdGyNzKg/s1600/JulesBastien-Lepage%252BPortraitOfMyGrandfather%252B1869%252BMuseeDesBeaux-Arts%252BNice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K82fA96Fgp4/TotIlkCr35I/AAAAAAAANk4/M50RdGyNzKg/s200/JulesBastien-Lepage%252BPortraitOfMyGrandfather%252B1869%252BMuseeDesBeaux-Arts%252BNice.jpg" width="148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Equally so, the invention of the foldable paint tube in the 1840s was a &lt;/span&gt;technological breakthrough that made paintings outdoors easy.&amp;nbsp; Before he set up his easel in the open air, few painters had ventured outside as Jules Bastien-Lepage&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1848-1884) &lt;/span&gt;did.&amp;nbsp; A realist, like the much better known Jean-Francois Millet, Bastien-Lepage distinguished himself by the particularity he brought out in his subjects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;    &lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jVfae2skCZE/TotI1K9PdOI/AAAAAAAANk8/gN-Ed_cagh8/s1600/JulesBastien-Lepage%252BSaisonD%2527Octobre-RecolteDesPommesDeTerre%252B1879%252BNationalGalleryOfAustralia-Melbourne.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jVfae2skCZE/TotI1K9PdOI/AAAAAAAANk8/gN-Ed_cagh8/s320/JulesBastien-Lepage%252BSaisonD%2527Octobre-RecolteDesPommesDeTerre%252B1879%252BNationalGalleryOfAustralia-Melbourne.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They stand before us, near the frame of his paintings, almost ready to walk out of the background where they stand. &amp;nbsp;Bastien-Lepage painted from a standing position to maintain the integrity of the relationship of the figures to their surroundings. His grasp of aerial perspective was much criticized but he defended it vehemently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6eepTj7lJh8/TotJVbhEFOI/AAAAAAAANlA/7qVmbG55uh0/s1600/JulesBastien-Lepage%252BWoodGatherer-PereJacques%252B1881%252BMilwaukeeArtMuseum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6eepTj7lJh8/TotJVbhEFOI/AAAAAAAANlA/7qVmbG55uh0/s320/JulesBastien-Lepage%252BWoodGatherer-PereJacques%252B1881%252BMilwaukeeArtMuseum.jpg" width="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In many of his paintings the figure fills the canvas; the landscape around the figure is defined by the size of the brushstrokes the artist used to depict it. He used detailed marks for the grasses or stones in the foreground; broader, boxy strokes for the middle distance; and a series of softer, less definite strokes&amp;nbsp; suggest the far distance. Perspective is merely indicated, but notice the care Bastien-Lepage took in selecting titles for his paintings.&amp;nbsp; The&amp;nbsp; location and date of&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Roadside Flowers in Damvillers &lt;/i&gt;is inscribed in the lower left corner, even as the care-weary child dominates the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5uffTmtxeSk/TotLo2rl8oI/AAAAAAAANlI/6rK2Dl_GaJY/s1600/JulesBastien-Lepage%252BGoingToSchool%252B1882%252BAberdeenArtGallery.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5uffTmtxeSk/TotLo2rl8oI/AAAAAAAANlI/6rK2Dl_GaJY/s200/JulesBastien-Lepage%252BGoingToSchool%252B1882%252BAberdeenArtGallery.jpg" width="146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bastien-Lepage grew up on a farm in rural eastern France, far from Paris.&amp;nbsp; Although his parents encouraged him to draw, they could not imagine a career in art for their son.&amp;nbsp; So Jules went to work as a postal clerk and studied art at night.&amp;nbsp; This context helps in looking at&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Going To School&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(at left)&lt;/span&gt;, a work that might strike us as sentimental unless we remember that for rural children in the 19th century&amp;nbsp; to attend school was often a financial sacrifice for the family that depended on the labors of all its members.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5tcCbAgaz5A/TotOdEajEqI/AAAAAAAANlM/kZoU44B46FM/s1600/JulesBastien-Lepage%252BMarchandeDeFleursALondres%252B1882%252BArtMaick.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5tcCbAgaz5A/TotOdEajEqI/AAAAAAAANlM/kZoU44B46FM/s320/JulesBastien-Lepage%252BMarchandeDeFleursALondres%252B1882%252BArtMaick.jpg" width="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While serving as a sharpshooter in the franco-Prussian War of 1870, Bastien-Lepage received a severe chest wound which may have contributed to his early death.&amp;nbsp; Having got himself to Paris, Jules tried ,with little success, to get work as an illustrator.&amp;nbsp; That came in 1874 when he showed &lt;i&gt;Portrait of My Grandfather&lt;/i&gt; and again in 1877, when his &lt;i&gt;Hayfield&lt;/i&gt; captivated the annual Salon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the few short, productive years that were given to him, the artist traveled to Italy, Switzerland, and England.&amp;nbsp; Several paintings commemorate his empathy for the working children of London's streets &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xpQnohdOjh4/TotPtnAHLYI/AAAAAAAANlQ/qQZPIaI1KGE/s1600/JulesBastien-Lepage%252BPasMeche-NothingGoing%252B1882%252BNationalGalleryOfScotland.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xpQnohdOjh4/TotPtnAHLYI/AAAAAAAANlQ/qQZPIaI1KGE/s200/JulesBastien-Lepage%252BPasMeche-NothingGoing%252B1882%252BNationalGalleryOfScotland.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The day after his death in his Paris studio on December 10, 1884, Jules Bastien-Lepage was buried in the family's cemetery in Damvillers.&amp;nbsp; The memorial exhibition at the Musee d'Orsay in 1885 sold out and his work was kept alive by the discerning critic Roger Marx, who arranged a show of Bastien-Lepage's work at the Paris International Exposition of 1900.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The man, the artist, believed that everyone has a place in nature. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This is the connection between a figure like the woodcutter from Damvillers, whom he knew, and his &lt;i&gt;Joan of Arc, &lt;/i&gt;a vividly imagined woman of the woods . &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;Both belong to a world that is encompassed by the phrase, coined by M.H. Abrams: 'natural supernaturalism.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PU9itU3WoY8/TotRAIFwJtI/AAAAAAAANlU/cOpIHzt7AOU/s1600/JulesBastien-Lepage%252BJoanOfArc%252B1879%252BMetmuseum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PU9itU3WoY8/TotRAIFwJtI/AAAAAAAANlU/cOpIHzt7AOU/s320/JulesBastien-Lepage%252BJoanOfArc%252B1879%252BMetmuseum.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MvOW2EzsOpc/ToxcVc2LweI/AAAAAAAANlY/2aKVFVi1qng/s1600/JulesBastien-Lepage%252BRoadsideFlowers%252B1882%252Bprivate-collection.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MvOW2EzsOpc/ToxcVc2LweI/AAAAAAAANlY/2aKVFVi1qng/s320/JulesBastien-Lepage%252BRoadsideFlowers%252B1882%252Bprivate-collection.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Images:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1&lt;i&gt;.Portrait of the Artist's Mothe&lt;/i&gt;r, 1877, Musee des Beaux-arts, Nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. &lt;i&gt;Portrait of My Grandfather&lt;/i&gt;, 1869, Musee des Beax-Arts, Nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3.&lt;i&gt;October Season - Picking Potatoes&lt;/i&gt;, 1879,&amp;nbsp; National Gallery of Australia, Melbourne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. &lt;i&gt;The Woodcutter - Pere Jacques&lt;/i&gt;, 1881, Milwaukee Art Museum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. &lt;i&gt;Going to School&lt;/i&gt;, 1884, Aberdeen Art Gallery, Scotland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6. &lt;i&gt;Marchande des fleurs&amp;nbsp; a Londre&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;i&gt;Flower Seller in London&lt;/i&gt;), 1882, via Artmagick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7.&lt;i&gt; Pas de mache&lt;/i&gt; (N&lt;i&gt;othing Going&lt;/i&gt;), 1882, National Gallery of Scotland, Edinburgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;8. Joan of Arc, 1878, Metropolitan Museum of Art, NYC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;9. &lt;i&gt;Roadside Flowers &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;in Damvillers&lt;/i&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;/k/a &lt;i&gt;The Little Shepherdess &lt;/i&gt;, 1882, private collection, France.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-2970781854648685964?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/2970781854648685964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=2970781854648685964&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/2970781854648685964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/2970781854648685964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2011/10/jules-bastien-lepage.html' title='Jules Bastien-Lepage'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PI5-269dFDY/TotIhfWsyVI/AAAAAAAANk0/8O2LhnWcweM/s72-c/JulesBastien-Lepage%252BPortraitOfTheArtist%2527s+Mother%252B1877%252BMuseeDesBeaux-Arts-Nice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-2059904691094677547</id><published>2011-10-02T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T06:33:57.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Criticism Of The Poets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oSgYk_e9iuw/TojHQswoVCI/AAAAAAAANks/qCFrVcKqQAs/s1600/Earl-Horter-Still-Life%252B1939%252BSmithsonianMuseumOfAmericanArt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="159" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oSgYk_e9iuw/TojHQswoVCI/AAAAAAAANks/qCFrVcKqQAs/s200/Earl-Horter-Still-Life%252B1939%252BSmithsonianMuseumOfAmericanArt.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If there is a criticism more piercing than the sharpest arrow, it must be to have your picture drubbed by an armed poet.&amp;nbsp; I shied away from even imagining the images that gave rise to these barbed blasts by Kay Ryan and Elizabeth Bishop.&amp;nbsp; I like the poems and also the painting by Earl Horter, which I chose because cherry red is its most prominent color.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Most of it's too dreary or too cherry red.&lt;br /&gt;If it's a chair, it's&lt;br /&gt;covered with things&lt;br /&gt;the savior said&lt;br /&gt;or should have said -&lt;br /&gt;dense admonishments&lt;br /&gt;in nail polish&lt;br /&gt;too small to be read.&lt;br /&gt;If it's a picture,&lt;br /&gt;the frame is either&lt;br /&gt;burnt matches glued together&lt;br /&gt;or a regular frame painted over&lt;br /&gt;to extend the picture.&amp;nbsp; There never&lt;br /&gt;seems to be a surface equal&lt;br /&gt;to the needs of these people.&lt;br /&gt;Their purpose warps&lt;br /&gt;around the backs of things&lt;br /&gt;and under arms;&lt;br /&gt;they gouge and hatch&lt;br /&gt;and glue on charms&lt;br /&gt;till likeable materials -&lt;br /&gt;apple crates and canning funnels -&lt;br /&gt;lose their rural ease.&amp;nbsp; We are not&lt;br /&gt;pleased the way we thought&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;we would be pleased."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Outsider Art&lt;/i&gt; by Kay Ryan from &lt;i&gt;Elephant Rocks&lt;/i&gt;, New York, Grove/Atlnatic: 1997.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remembering the Strait of Belle Isle or&lt;br /&gt;some northerly harbor of Labrador,&lt;br /&gt;before he became a schoolteacher&lt;br /&gt;a great-uncle painted a big picture.&lt;br /&gt;Receding for miles on either side&lt;br /&gt;into a flushed, still sky&lt;br /&gt;are overhanging pale blue cliffs&lt;br /&gt;hundreds of feet high,&lt;br /&gt;their bases fretted by little arches,&lt;br /&gt;the entrances to caves&lt;br /&gt;running in along the level of a bay&lt;br /&gt;masked by perfect waves.&lt;br /&gt;On the middle of that quiet floor&lt;br /&gt;sits a fleet of small black ships,&lt;br /&gt;square-rigged, sails furled, motionless,&lt;br /&gt;their spars like burnt match-sticks.&lt;br /&gt;And high above them, over the tall cliffs’&lt;br /&gt;semi-translucent ranks,&lt;br /&gt;are scribbled hundreds of fine black birds&lt;br /&gt;hanging &lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt;‘s in the banks.&lt;br /&gt;One can hear their crying, crying,&lt;br /&gt;the only sound there is&lt;br /&gt;except for occasional sighing&lt;br /&gt;as a large aquatic animal breathes.&lt;br /&gt;In the pink light&lt;br /&gt;the small red sun goes rolling, rolling,&lt;br /&gt;round and round and round at the same height&lt;br /&gt;in perpetual sunset, comprehensive, consoling,&lt;br /&gt;while the ships consider it.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently they have reached their destination.&lt;br /&gt;It would be hard to say what brought them here,&lt;br /&gt;commerce or contemplation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- &lt;i&gt;Large Bad Picture&lt;/i&gt; by Elizabeth Bishop from &lt;i&gt;North &amp;amp; South&lt;/i&gt;, New York, Farrar, Straus &amp;amp; Giroux: 1946. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Image:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Earl Horter, &lt;i&gt;Still Life&lt;/i&gt;, 1939, Smithsonian Museum of American Art, Washington, D.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="color: #434343;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-2059904691094677547?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/2059904691094677547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=2059904691094677547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/2059904691094677547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/2059904691094677547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2011/10/art-criticism-of-poets.html' title='Art Criticism Of The Poets'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oSgYk_e9iuw/TojHQswoVCI/AAAAAAAANks/qCFrVcKqQAs/s72-c/Earl-Horter-Still-Life%252B1939%252BSmithsonianMuseumOfAmericanArt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-1878098635039040154</id><published>2011-09-29T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T07:04:58.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Scream When You Leave"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kW2YNiLADHI/ToR-6w3-EMI/AAAAAAAANkM/GMyyDQqido0/s1600/EwaldMuller%252BHansonCigarettes%252BMAK-Vienna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kW2YNiLADHI/ToR-6w3-EMI/AAAAAAAANkM/GMyyDQqido0/s320/EwaldMuller%252BHansonCigarettes%252BMAK-Vienna.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, show us the way to the next whiskey bar!&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't ask why,&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't ask why!&lt;br /&gt;For we must find the next whiskey bar&lt;br /&gt;For if we don't find the next whiskey bar,&lt;br /&gt;I tell you we must die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh moon of Alabama&lt;br /&gt;We now must say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;We've lost our good old mama&lt;br /&gt;And must have whiskey&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2D8gYI9eYx4/ToR_sQMC9eI/AAAAAAAANkQ/lfmZJ-s2CQA/s1600/GezaFarago%252BTorley%252B1924%252BMAK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2D8gYI9eYx4/ToR_sQMC9eI/AAAAAAAANkQ/lfmZJ-s2CQA/s200/GezaFarago%252BTorley%252B1924%252BMAK.jpg" width="145" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh show us the way to the next pretty boy!&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't ask why&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't ask why!&lt;br /&gt;For we must find the next pretty boy&lt;br /&gt;For if we don't find the next pretty boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you we must die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh moon of Alabama&lt;br /&gt;We now must say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;We've lost our good old mama&lt;br /&gt;And must have boys&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5ICJbSaZVPw/ToR_8ol02YI/AAAAAAAANkU/_CeIMHheeLE/s1600/MariaSchwamberger%252BAbadie%252B1929%252BMAK-Vienna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5ICJbSaZVPw/ToR_8ol02YI/AAAAAAAANkU/_CeIMHheeLE/s200/MariaSchwamberger%252BAbadie%252B1929%252BMAK-Vienna.jpg" width="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh show us the way to the next little dollar!&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't ask why,&lt;br /&gt;oh don't ask why!&lt;br /&gt;For we must find the next little dollar&lt;br /&gt;For if we don't find the next little dollar&lt;br /&gt;I tell you we must die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh moon of Alabama&lt;br /&gt;We now must say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;We've lost our good old mama&lt;br /&gt;And must have dollars&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you know why."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-  lyrics by Bertolt Brecht with music by&amp;nbsp; Kurt Weill, 1927, 1930, from &lt;i&gt;The Rise and Fall of the City of Mahagonny,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hLCVndgXWGs/ToSADMkX5TI/AAAAAAAANkY/dRXTCVjoL_Q/s1600/JosephFenneker%252BBlondPoison%252B1920%252BAlainWeill%252BGKHall-Boston%252B1985.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hLCVndgXWGs/ToSADMkX5TI/AAAAAAAANkY/dRXTCVjoL_Q/s200/JosephFenneker%252BBlondPoison%252B1920%252BAlainWeill%252BGKHall-Boston%252B1985.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Germany in the 1920s.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kurt Weill and Bertolt Brecht had never been to Alabama, but no matter.&amp;nbsp; Weill had aspired to write classical symphonies before he turned to satirizing opera, but no matter. Playing at decadence in the face of privation was like waving a red flag at a bull, but no matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V1Yobuqs7ng/ToSvRv_GGlI/AAAAAAAANkc/qbvgBXcPpLM/s1600/NataliaGontcharova%252BBehindTheRedCurtain%252B1916%252BPompidouCenter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V1Yobuqs7ng/ToSvRv_GGlI/AAAAAAAANkc/qbvgBXcPpLM/s200/NataliaGontcharova%252BBehindTheRedCurtain%252B1916%252BPompidouCenter.jpg" width="144" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All of us here are hookers and hustlers.&lt;br /&gt;We drink too much, and don’t care.&lt;br /&gt;The walls are covered with birds and flowers&lt;br /&gt;That have never seen sunshine or air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You smoke too much.&amp;nbsp; There’s always a cloud&lt;br /&gt;Of nicotine over your head.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like this skirt?&amp;nbsp; I wore it on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to show lots of leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The windows here have been covered forever.&lt;br /&gt;Is it snowing out? … Maybe it’s rain.&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got that look in your eyes again,&lt;br /&gt;Like a cat in a crouch for a kill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; - &lt;i&gt;The Stray Dog Cabaret&lt;/i&gt; by Anna Akhmatova,&amp;nbsp; from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Stray Dog Cabaret: A Book of Russian Poems&lt;/i&gt;, translated by Paul Schmidt, New York Review Press: 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uSB1UaA28cs/ToSwMIiiPfI/AAAAAAAANkk/_N6gG6uB3nY/s1600/NataliaGontcharova%252BPeacock%252B1911%252BPompidouCenter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uSB1UaA28cs/ToSwMIiiPfI/AAAAAAAANkk/_N6gG6uB3nY/s200/NataliaGontcharova%252BPeacock%252B1911%252BPompidouCenter.jpg" width="185" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;For the Russians, life was revolutionary and the stakes were life or death&amp;nbsp; (well, not always - just read &lt;i&gt;The Twelve Chairs &lt;/i&gt;by&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ilf &amp;amp; Petrof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;).&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Artist Natalaia Goncharova &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1898-1962) &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;was described by a friend as "entirely serious."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The Stray Dog Cabaret opened on New Year's Eve of 1911 in St. Petersburg and the next year Goncharova participated in an exhibition named The Donkey's Tail.&amp;nbsp; Playfully named perhaps, but always an edge to the words and images.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Images:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. Ewald Muller - Hanson Cigarettes, undated, useum of Applied Culture, Vienna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. Geza Farago - Torley, 1924, Museum of Applied Culture, Vienna&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. Maria Schwamberger - Abadie, 1929, Museum of Applied Culture, Vienna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. Josepf Fenneker - Blond Poison, 1920, courtesy Alain Weill &amp;amp; G.K. Hall, Boston.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. Natalia Goncharova - Behind the Red Curtain, 1916, Pompidou Center, Paris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6. Natalia Goncharova - Peacock,&amp;nbsp; 1911, Pompidou Center, Paris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-1878098635039040154?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/1878098635039040154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=1878098635039040154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/1878098635039040154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/1878098635039040154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2011/09/scream-when-you-leave.html' title='&quot;Scream When You Leave&quot;'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kW2YNiLADHI/ToR-6w3-EMI/AAAAAAAANkM/GMyyDQqido0/s72-c/EwaldMuller%252BHansonCigarettes%252BMAK-Vienna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-6709725598750205644</id><published>2011-09-26T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T06:34:41.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Francophile Manhattan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;&lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mG-WFTszKYs/Tn9hsQ3YToI/AAAAAAAANj0/OrRz0BrU8G4/s1600/SamuelHGottscho%252BInteriorOf+Helena+RubensteinSalonInNYC+designed+by+Ladislas+Medgyes%252B1936%252BMOCONY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="341" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mG-WFTszKYs/Tn9hsQ3YToI/AAAAAAAANj0/OrRz0BrU8G4/s400/SamuelHGottscho%252BInteriorOf+Helena+RubensteinSalonInNYC+designed+by+Ladislas+Medgyes%252B1936%252BMOCONY.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew my mother's mother; she died years before I was born and so I have never been comfortable referring to Florence Williams as my grandmother.&amp;nbsp; My mother adored her mother, whose nickname was Billie, and often told stories about her and one of them was the genesis of this piece.&lt;br /&gt;During the Depression, when work for my grandfather the builder was nonexistent, Billie took off her wedding ring, took the train into Manhattan from New Jersey, and got herself a job as a receptionist at the Helena Rubinstein Salon on Fifth Avenue.&amp;nbsp; Rubinstein had made her fortune with face creams, being the first to realize that if creams were marketed for day, night, and anti-wrinkle, the customer would buy three times as many&amp;nbsp; jars of her cream. &amp;nbsp; For years I have searched for pictures of that Salon, and here is one of the reception area&amp;nbsp; by the esteemed architectural photographer Samuel Gottscho &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1875-1971).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y0urIIr2vyQ/Tn9_OuMo0yI/AAAAAAAANj4/_DlWbyr6s4o/s1600/Life+Magazine%252B1941%252BHelena+RubinsteiInBedDesignedForHerByLadislasMedgyes%252BMOCONY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y0urIIr2vyQ/Tn9_OuMo0yI/AAAAAAAANj4/_DlWbyr6s4o/s200/Life+Magazine%252B1941%252BHelena+RubinsteiInBedDesignedForHerByLadislasMedgyes%252BMOCONY.jpg" width="145" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;To design the salon, Rubinstein chose the Hungarian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ladislas Medgyes who had outiftted her New York apartment, with its sensational clear dining suite made out of a new wonder&amp;nbsp; material called lucite.&amp;nbsp; The cosmetics mogul brought her love of all things French with her to New York.&amp;nbsp; The oak and leather stools were designed by Jean-Michel Frank, the rug was inspired by Fernand Leger, who also painted the mural for Nelson Rockefeller’s east side townhouse, and there was the&amp;nbsp; flattering portrait of Madame Rubinstein&amp;nbsp; in a yellow shawl by Marie Laurencin. Also like Rockefeller, Rubinstein dotted her apartment with African sculptures and surrealist paintings.&amp;nbsp; The rococo settee seen above in the Salon were a frequent Rubinstein accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WQh3jdDT_lE/Tn-CTvehRAI/AAAAAAAANj8/hDrFVUhC2e0/s1600/FernandLeger%252BStudyForTheRockefellerFireplace%252Bc1938%252BDavidsongallery-NYC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WQh3jdDT_lE/Tn-CTvehRAI/AAAAAAAANj8/hDrFVUhC2e0/s200/FernandLeger%252BStudyForTheRockefellerFireplace%252Bc1938%252BDavidsongallery-NYC.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Rockefellers, father John D. Rockefeller, Jr. and his son Nelson , were prominent Francophiles who had the means leave a mark on the city.&amp;nbsp; Nelson's Fifth Avenue duplex, designed by Jean-Michel Frank, in 1937, was the setting for many events during his long career in the arts and in politics.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (Frank, who was made a refugee by the Nazi occupation of his native France, jumped to his death from a tall New York building in 1941.)&amp;nbsp; Meanwhile, John D.'s eponymous Rockefeller Center, under construction throughout the 1930s, was an extravagant love letter to all things French that has become, with time, an icon of American architecture. At its center is&amp;nbsp; Paul Manship's golden Prometheus: "&lt;i&gt;Prometheus, teacher in every art, brought the fire that hath proved to mortals a means to mighty ends&lt;/i&gt;."&amp;nbsp; Rockefeller's kindred spirit, you could say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1FhhHbiCxG4/ToCMKNpPUfI/AAAAAAAANkI/Y1How3N8SyE/s1600/UnidentifiedPhotographer%252BPromotheus%252BRockefellerCenterPlaza%252B1930s%252BNYPL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1FhhHbiCxG4/ToCMKNpPUfI/AAAAAAAANkI/Y1How3N8SyE/s320/UnidentifiedPhotographer%252BPromotheus%252BRockefellerCenterPlaza%252B1930s%252BNYPL.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As is often the case with love affairs, one party was more enthusiastic than the other.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The French, their patented mixture of admiration laced with disdain, looked askance at the American skyscraper, finding something savage in this obelisk of&amp;nbsp; modern architecture.&amp;nbsp; They tried out a variety of metaphors to contain the heady experience of the vertical building, from mountains to cathedrals.&amp;nbsp; The journalist, Jules Heret, sneered at them as&amp;nbsp; “maisons geantes,”&amp;nbsp; redeemed only by the magical aura cast by electricity.&amp;nbsp; One critic even dismissed Cass Gilbert’s stately Woolworth Building as “banal and ineffective.”&amp;nbsp; When the magazine &lt;i&gt;Je sais tout&lt;/i&gt;  published its first article about the construction of Rockefeller  Center in December, 1931, the tone began to shift toward admiration for  America’s “composition urbaniste,” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;&lt;m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt; In 1935, Le Corbusier, a man who considered himself the master of&lt;i&gt; le composition urbaniste&lt;/i&gt;, visited New York City&amp;nbsp; with its bouillabaisse of Beaux-Arts and streamlined architecture.&amp;nbsp; Later he committed his reaction to print in &lt;i&gt;When The Cathedrals Were White &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1947)&lt;/span&gt;:&amp;nbsp; “In New York, then, I learn to appreciate the Italian Renaissance.”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o1KrJWNLSj0/Tn-KXwNnlPI/AAAAAAAANkA/SoSsVxAdA0k/s1600/LeCorbusier%252BMetamorphoseDuViolin%252B1922%252BPompidouCenter-Paris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o1KrJWNLSj0/Tn-KXwNnlPI/AAAAAAAANkA/SoSsVxAdA0k/s200/LeCorbusier%252BMetamorphoseDuViolin%252B1922%252BPompidouCenter-Paris.jpg" width="157" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Images:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Samuel Gottscho -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Helena Rubinstein salon in Manhattan, 1936, Museum of the City of New York.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. unidentified photographer for Life Magazine - Helena Rubinstin in bed designed to her dimensions by Ladislas Medgyes, 1941, Museum of the City of New York.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. Fernand Leger - design for fireplace mural for Nelson Rockefeller's New York townhouse, c. 1938, Davidson gallery, NYC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. unidentified photographer - Prometheus, designed by Paul Manship at Rockefeller Center Plaza, 1930s, New York Public Library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. Le Corbusier - Metamorphosis of a violin, 1922, Pompidou Center, Paris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-6709725598750205644?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/6709725598750205644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=6709725598750205644&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/6709725598750205644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/6709725598750205644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2011/09/francophile-manhattan.html' title='Francophile Manhattan'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mG-WFTszKYs/Tn9hsQ3YToI/AAAAAAAANj0/OrRz0BrU8G4/s72-c/SamuelHGottscho%252BInteriorOf+Helena+RubensteinSalonInNYC+designed+by+Ladislas+Medgyes%252B1936%252BMOCONY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-919101326957154465</id><published>2011-09-23T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T07:06:01.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Fall Number Starts Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43EcBeVOFnI/TnT56P5iwZI/AAAAAAAANjA/SMmOC4Y4OPw/s1600/KolomanMoser%252BSeptember-Calender%252B1900%252BGerlach%252BSchenck-Vienna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43EcBeVOFnI/TnT56P5iwZI/AAAAAAAANjA/SMmOC4Y4OPw/s320/KolomanMoser%252BSeptember-Calender%252B1900%252BGerlach%252BSchenck-Vienna.jpg" width="72" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Image: Koloman Moser - September, 1900, from a calendar for Garlach &amp;amp; Schenck, Vienna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-919101326957154465?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/919101326957154465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=919101326957154465&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/919101326957154465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/919101326957154465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2011/09/our-fall-number-starts-here.html' title='Our Fall Number Starts Here'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43EcBeVOFnI/TnT56P5iwZI/AAAAAAAANjA/SMmOC4Y4OPw/s72-c/KolomanMoser%252BSeptember-Calender%252B1900%252BGerlach%252BSchenck-Vienna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-5156129218276871228</id><published>2011-09-21T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T06:31:47.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord &amp; Taylor Does Deco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jLzx9IrhlYA/TnnwEcFEMjI/AAAAAAAANjY/Axi7QQfBOik/s1600/FernandLeger%252BAnExpositionOfModernFrenchDecorativeArt+at+Lord%252BTaylor%252B1928%252BMOCONY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jLzx9IrhlYA/TnnwEcFEMjI/AAAAAAAANjY/Axi7QQfBOik/s320/FernandLeger%252BAnExpositionOfModernFrenchDecorativeArt+at+Lord%252BTaylor%252B1928%252BMOCONY.jpg" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In 1928 when the Fifth Avenue department store Lord &amp;amp; Taylor mounted an in-store art exhibition, the name of the style Art Deco was still decades in the future. &lt;i&gt;An Exposition of Modern French Decorative Art &lt;/i&gt;was organized by  the store’s canny Fashion Director,&amp;nbsp; Dorothy Shaver. and constructed by architectural designer Eli Jacques Khan. Two months later rival R.H. Macy’s debuted its own exhibition of the latest decorative arts from France. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XxoEPJu2E7U/Tnnx316m1sI/AAAAAAAANjg/DM2DbiogU9M/s1600/SiugrdFischer%252BAnExpositionOfModernFrench+DecorativeArt+by+Eli+Jacques+Khan+at+Lord%252BTaylor%252B1928%252BMuseumOfTheCityOfNewYork.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="144" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XxoEPJu2E7U/Tnnx316m1sI/AAAAAAAANjg/DM2DbiogU9M/s200/SiugrdFischer%252BAnExpositionOfModernFrench+DecorativeArt+by+Eli+Jacques+Khan+at+Lord%252BTaylor%252B1928%252BMuseumOfTheCityOfNewYork.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the triumphalist version of history, Paris introduced Art Deco to the world in 1925 at its &lt;span lang="fr"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Exposition internationale des arts décoratifs et industriels modernes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;No matter that style in the decorative arts had been evolving quickly with new scientific and industrial developments.&amp;nbsp; No mention of simmering French pique at the success of Jugendstil design in the pre-war years.&amp;nbsp; In the wake of the "war to end all wars", it would seemed blasphemous to dwell on the years the French had put into planning their reassertion of dominance in the design world.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HGCbjHN4bhI/Tnn0fU16M4I/AAAAAAAANjk/5TbEaGaH_kg/s1600/HoraceTaylor%252BTheRoyalMainLine%252BVAM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HGCbjHN4bhI/Tnn0fU16M4I/AAAAAAAANjk/5TbEaGaH_kg/s200/HoraceTaylor%252BTheRoyalMainLine%252BVAM.jpg" width="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dorothy Shaver &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1893-1959) &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;knew something the captains of American industry had missed, which may be why she went on to be the first woman to preside over a multi-million dollar corporation.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The United States had declined to participate in the 1925 World's fair in Paris because, according to  Secretary of State Charles Evans Hughes, American manufacturers were not  interested in a fair devoted to modern design.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Official indifference meant nothing to the thousands of Americans tourists who attended, even in those days  before commercial air travel.&amp;nbsp; American  journalists sent back glowing reports from the Fair, full of exciting words like sleek, elegant, and streamlined.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qvBHhoxIbwc/TnjVHTmNUOI/AAAAAAAANjU/duDVbRHwLvo/s1600/Unidentified-photogrpaher%252BLouisHippolyteBoileau%252BPavillonForAuBonMarche%252B1925%252BParidWorld%2527sFair%252BMuseumOfCityOfNew+York.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qvBHhoxIbwc/TnjVHTmNUOI/AAAAAAAANjU/duDVbRHwLvo/s1600/Unidentified-photogrpaher%252BLouisHippolyteBoileau%252BPavillonForAuBonMarche%252B1925%252BParidWorld%2527sFair%252BMuseumOfCityOfNew+York.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nQIGcxeLC14/Tnn7uhdAHYI/AAAAAAAANjo/S9zrowv-nR8/s1600/Edgar+Brandt%252BLesCigognesD%2527Alsace-forSelfridges%252B1928%252B%252BVAM-London.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nQIGcxeLC14/Tnn7uhdAHYI/AAAAAAAANjo/S9zrowv-nR8/s200/Edgar+Brandt%252BLesCigognesD%2527Alsace-forSelfridges%252B1928%252B%252BVAM-London.jpg" width="128" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What Shaver did was to connect the dots in an imaginative way.&amp;nbsp; Parisian department stores had pioneered studio boutiques for artists, like Atelier Primavera for the Prentemps department store.&amp;nbsp; The Au Bom Marche store's pavillon at the Paris World's Fair, designed by Louis-Hippolyte Boileau, showed the new style's exciting applications for architecture.&amp;nbsp; Edgar Brandt's ironwork soon showed up on New York City buildings such as the Madison-Belmont and Rockefeller Center, constructed from 1931.&amp;nbsp; The Metropolitan Museum and the Boston Museum of Fine Arts mounted exhibitions in response to Paris in 1926, it's true.&amp;nbsp; But the Met had been encouraging modern American design with periodic exhibitions, to modest public attention.&amp;nbsp; Shaver had an eye for artists, too.&amp;nbsp; Her exhibition featured paintings by Braque, Picasso, Derain, and Utrillo.&amp;nbsp; Two years after Shaver's exhibition,&amp;nbsp; the Chrysler Building opened in midtown Manhattan, and a year after that ground was broken for Rockefeller Center. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E221dB3pWro/Tnn_B7mvzCI/AAAAAAAANjw/x6vVNwr81ns/s1600/GeorgesBraque%252BCompoteEyPauqetDeTabac%252B1920%252BPompidouCenter-Paris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E221dB3pWro/Tnn_B7mvzCI/AAAAAAAANjw/x6vVNwr81ns/s320/GeorgesBraque%252BCompoteEyPauqetDeTabac%252B1920%252BPompidouCenter-Paris.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7zDEDYjHHJQ/Tnn8p6KE-XI/AAAAAAAANjs/6-CjGH2oOyc/s1600/unidentified+photographer%252B+Dorothy+Shaver-front+with+her+sister+Elsa%252BUniversityOfArkansas-LittleRock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7zDEDYjHHJQ/Tnn8p6KE-XI/AAAAAAAANjs/6-CjGH2oOyc/s200/unidentified+photographer%252B+Dorothy+Shaver-front+with+her+sister+Elsa%252BUniversityOfArkansas-LittleRock.jpg" width="162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Images:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. Fernand Legeer - poster for Lord &amp;amp; Taylor, 1928, Museum fo the City of New Ork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. Sigurd Fischer - a room for Lord &amp;amp; Taylor designed by Eli Jacques Khan, Museum of the City of New York.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. Horace Taylor - poster for the Royal Mail Line, c.1928-1930, Victoria &amp;amp; Albert Museum, London.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. unidentified photographer - Exposition Pavillon for Au Bon Marche department store, designed by Louis-Hippolyte Boileau, 1925, Museum of the City of New York.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. Edgar Brandt - Les Cigognes d'Alsace - for Selfrdiges department store - London, 1928, Victoria &amp;amp; Albert Museum, London.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6. Georges Braque -&amp;nbsp; Still life with compote and tobacco pouch, 1920, Pompidou Cneter, Paris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7.unidentified photographer - Dorothy Shaver (front) with her sister Elsa Shaver, University of Arkansas, Little Rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-5156129218276871228?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/5156129218276871228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=5156129218276871228&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/5156129218276871228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/5156129218276871228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2011/09/lord-taylor-does-deco.html' title='Lord &amp; Taylor Does Deco'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jLzx9IrhlYA/TnnwEcFEMjI/AAAAAAAANjY/Axi7QQfBOik/s72-c/FernandLeger%252BAnExpositionOfModernFrenchDecorativeArt+at+Lord%252BTaylor%252B1928%252BMOCONY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-5103264787112115889</id><published>2011-09-16T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T07:00:47.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mela Koehler's Reform Dresses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AFXCTs-5T_E/TnOM0Fk27PI/AAAAAAAANis/le1VbYWhNNY/s1600/melaKoehler%25E5%25A5%25AE%25EB%2593%25AB%25EE%25B5%25BD%25ED%259D%259F%25E8%25B1%25BA%25EF%25BF%25BD%25EF%25BF%25BD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AFXCTs-5T_E/TnOM0Fk27PI/AAAAAAAANis/le1VbYWhNNY/s320/melaKoehler%25E5%25A5%25AE%25EB%2593%25AB%25EE%25B5%25BD%25ED%259D%259F%25E8%25B1%25BA%25EF%25BF%25BD%25EF%25BF%25BD.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yA0fbcCIwV8/TnONqdEI2YI/AAAAAAAANiw/VzQaWfuRit0/s1600/MelaKoehler%252BWW523%252B1911.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yA0fbcCIwV8/TnONqdEI2YI/AAAAAAAANiw/VzQaWfuRit0/s200/MelaKoehler%252BWW523%252B1911.jpg" width="128" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2rlRC2wB8w0/TnON77LgR4I/AAAAAAAANi0/O8QudEtyiv0/s1600/MelaKoehler_WW518%252B1911%252BMAK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2rlRC2wB8w0/TnON77LgR4I/AAAAAAAANi0/O8QudEtyiv0/s200/MelaKoehler_WW518%252B1911%252BMAK.jpg" width="128" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n7jluQscZIg/TnOOJd6-57I/AAAAAAAANi4/w1wtxKRL3wA/s1600/MelaKoehler%252BWW522%252B19111%252Bmetmseum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n7jluQscZIg/TnOOJd6-57I/AAAAAAAANi4/w1wtxKRL3wA/s200/MelaKoehler%252BWW522%252B19111%252Bmetmseum.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Her given name was Melanie Leopoldina Koehler (&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1885-1960)&lt;/span&gt;. Born in Vienna, Koehler studied art with Betrhold Loffler and also Koloman Moser, one of the founders of the Wiener Werkstatte.&amp;nbsp; She became a member of the group around 1909.&amp;nbsp; Her specialty was fashion illustration, possibly because she had an affinity for the reform dress movement and women's emancipation.&amp;nbsp; I was intrigued to read that Koehler worked for a Viennese Journal in 1915 named &lt;i&gt;Die Blau Laterne&lt;/i&gt; (The Blue Lantern). Yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R8y6s6sjkOM/TnOOaXfMlII/AAAAAAAANi8/-vmk6BALmso/s1600/MelaKohler%252BWWCard520%252Bc1907%252BMetropolitanMuseumOfArt-NYC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R8y6s6sjkOM/TnOOaXfMlII/AAAAAAAANi8/-vmk6BALmso/s200/MelaKohler%252BWWCard520%252Bc1907%252BMetropolitanMuseumOfArt-NYC.jpg" width="127" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In 1931, as the political situation in Austria continued to deteriorate,&amp;nbsp; Koehler emigrated to Stockholm.&amp;nbsp; There she designed theatrical costumes for, among others, the Swedish Royal Academy.&amp;nbsp; She married&amp;nbsp; in 1932 and continued to work as Mela Koehler-Broman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The backgrounds in her fashion illustrations were full of colorful abstractions, in contrast to works by, say, Maria Likarz.&amp;nbsp; I think Koehler was tweaking the nose of Gustav Klimt, a man who acted as though reform dress for women had been his idea.&amp;nbsp; Whatever Klimt's feelings for the designer Emile Floge may have been, he was egotistical enough to horn in on her artistic territory.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Images:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mela Koehler - for the Wiener Werkstatte - postcards # 606, 523,&amp;nbsp; 518, 522, and 520 - c.1910-1914, Museum of Applied Culture, Vienna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1086588560855961894-5103264787112115889?l=thebluelantern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/feeds/5103264787112115889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1086588560855961894&amp;postID=5103264787112115889&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/5103264787112115889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1086588560855961894/posts/default/5103264787112115889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebluelantern.blogspot.com/2011/09/mela-koehlers-reform-dresses.html' title='Mela Koehler&apos;s Reform Dresses'/><author><name>Jane Librizzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03943563452168571716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zp6YgZPHXOI/SfXrzM271fI/AAAAAAAAHsg/y-yUo0f8SkM/S220/JaneL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AFXCTs-5T_E/TnOM0Fk27PI/AAAAAAAANis/le1VbYWhNNY/s72-c/melaKoehler%25E5%25A5%25AE%25EB%2593%25AB%25EE%25B5%25BD%25ED%259D%259F%25E8%25B1%25BA%25EF%25BF%25BD%25EF%25BF%25BD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1086588560855961894.post-3194804264732151409</id><published>2011-09-13T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T06:58:18.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Old Maids And A Widow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BBHtg99Z5DE/Tm4YouE4TcI/AAAAAAAANh4/Xwg85tXb6lI/s1600/Emilie+Floge+at+Lake+Atter+ca.+1910+Lumiere+autochrome%252BFriedrichWalker%252BNeueGalerie-NYC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BBHtg99Z5DE/Tm4YouE4TcI/AAAAAAAANh4/Xwg85tXb6lI/s320/Emilie+Floge+at+Lake+Atter+ca.+1910+Lumiere+autochrome%252BFriedrichWalker%252BNeueGalerie-NYC.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imagine this autochrome portrait of Emilie Floge at ten feet tall.&amp;nbsp; That is what I saw when I entered the second floor salon at the Neue Galerie in Manhattan.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hanging in front of some half dozen French windows were larger than life transparencies of photographs of the Austrian designer.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As part of the exhibition &lt;i&gt;Wiener Werkstatte Jewelry&lt;/i&gt;, they showed Floge wearing necklaces and brooches that were on display, dressed in outfits she designed for her business, Schwestern Floge.&amp;nbsp; The transparent scarf, designed at the Werkstatte, was an idea borrowed by the French designer Paul Poiret after a visit to Vienna in 1911.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hVwQmtMxCf0/Tm5LCsqSAQI/AAAAAAAANiE/ZQYPEJ11VyI/s1600/JosefHoffmann%252B+Brooch+%252B1908%252BNeueGalerie-NYC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hVwQmtMxCf0/Tm5LCsqSAQI/AAAAAAAANiE/ZQYPEJ11VyI/s1600/JosefHoffmann%252B+Brooch+%252B1908%252BNeueGalerie-NYC.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This brooch&amp;nbsp; from the exhibition, designed by Josef Hoffmann and made of silver &lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;and gilt, coral, opal, and lapis lazuli, may have been for sale at the Floge salon in Vienna.&amp;nbsp; It is exemplary of the mixture of Art Nouveau and Art Deco tendencies popular in the early 20th century and, also, of a problem Viennese designers faced, but never solved.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R4tzX8gszhg/Tm5JtmwcARI/AAAAAAAANiA/kBYrHbUmyqo/s1600/JosefHoffmann%252BDesignForSxhwesternFloge%252Bc1902%252BEstateOfEmilieFlofe-Vienna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R4tzX8gszhg/Tm5JtmwcARI/AAAAAAAANiA/kBYrHbUmyqo/s1600/JosefHoffmann%252BDesignForSxhwesternFloge%252Bc1902%252BEstateOfEmilieFlofe-Vienna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;An outfit from Schwestern Floge was ten times more expensive than one made by a seamstress and cost&amp;nbsp; four times more than one purchased at the (then) new department stores.&amp;nbsp; Even so, the firm was a success, employing up to eighty workers, all of them in back, behind the showrooms.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was Emilie Floge in particular who kept the shop going.&amp;nbsp; It was due only to her initiative that the firm reached such a height...And then she worked like an artist, like a sculptor, at the dummy." - Herta Wanke, longtime employee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hp4QxI_CNs8/Tm9i06soEzI/AAAAAAAANiU/Y2nY44PzW0c/s1600/FlogeSisterseReceptionArea%252Bc1905%252BEmilieFloge+Estate-Vienna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hp4QxI_CNs8/Tm9i06soEzI/AAAAAAAANiU/Y2nY44PzW0c/s200/FlogeSisterseReceptionArea%252Bc1905%252BEmilieFloge+Estate-Vienna.jpg" width="129" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The stark atmosphere that Hoffmann created for the salon&amp;nbsp; was stylishly &lt;i&gt;a la japonaise&lt;/i&gt; and was an apt background for the bright colors of the clothes, intended to be just as much a provocation to the bourgeois Viennese as the paintings of &lt;i&gt;Les Fauves&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;Der Blaue Reiter&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Among the customers were Sonia Knips and Friedricke Beer, daughter of the owner of the famous Kaiser Bar.&amp;nbsp; Like Emilie Floge, both sat for the painter Gustav Klimt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WsQJgrDrkTs/Tm5M6d43-GI/AAAAAAAANiM/Ji2yRYAGMvg/s1600/Floge+At+Attersee+1910+Autochrome+Friedrich+Walker.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WsQJgrDrkTs/Tm5M6d43-GI/AAAAAAAANiM/Ji2yRYAGMvg/s200/Floge+At+Attersee+1910+Autochrome+Friedrich+Walker.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Schwestern Floge opened its doors in 1904, its proprietors were three sisters: Emilie (31), Helene (34 and a widow) and Pauline (39). The Floge family belonged to Vienna's unemancipated&amp;nbsp; lower middle class. and, left fatherless in 1897, needed to earn their way. You could say the business began when the sisters were commissioned to design outfits in the new 'reform' style for a cooking demonstration.&amp;nbsp; Fin-de-siecle Vienna was more recepetive to reforms in women's dress than in political emancipation.&amp;nbsp; Freeing their bodies from restrictive corsets proved easier than throwing off the inconsistencies in sexual relationships or financial dependence on men.&amp;nbsp; Also, Viennese society saw reform dress as a way to declare fashion independence from Paris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xtFEHrT7lVA/Tm5RPH_SPEI/AAAAAAAANiQ/Q2u1WMMuGHc/s1600/MadameD%2527Ora%252B1909%252BOsterreischesNationalBibliothek-Vienna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xtFEHrT7lVA/Tm5RPH_SPEI/AAAAAAAANiQ/Q2u1WMMuGHc/s200/MadameD%2527Ora%252B1909%252BOsterreischesNationalBibliothek-Vienna.jpg" width="152" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Emilie Floge &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(1874-1962)&lt;/span&gt; was known for her nervous disposition and, in&amp;nbsp; later years,she was considered aloof.&amp;nbsp; 
