What we don't think about when we look at older paintings by the masters is that they (or a tireless apprentice) mixed the paint using ground pigment and oil and egg (for tempera). Here, a beautiful French travel case of pigments in original tubes. Note the graceful penmanship on the labels...so lovely!
Friday, February 7, 2014
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There are countless images of the Eiffel Tower, but I love when it appears like an imposing spaceship from a faraway place, no doubt struggling with French to warn anyone looking up from their déjeuner.
Rene-Jacques, Tour Eiffel 1947
George Garen, La Tour Eiffel 1889
The airship Le Jaune by the LeBaudy brothers glides by the Eiffel Tower in 1903
Thursday, January 2, 2014
Coming in May 2014 (I can't wait!)...
Described on Amazon and Barnes and Noble for pre-order customers: Girls Standing on Lawns is a unique collaboration between renowned artist and bestselling children’s book author Maira Kalman and New York Times bestselling writer Daniel Handler, better known as Lemony Snicket. This clever book contains 40 vintage photographs from the collection of The Museum of Modern Art, New York, more than a dozen original paintings by Kalman inspired by the photographs, and brief, lyrical texts by Handler. Poetic and thought-provoking, Girls Standing on Lawns is a meditation on memories, childhood, nostalgia, home, family, and the act of seeing. The gorgeous visual material sets the stage for what Handler succinctly describes as “a photograph, a painting, a sentence, a pose.” Girls, women, families, and even pets from days gone by grace the pages, looking out at us, enticing readers to imagine these people, their lives—and where they have gone.
I love the idea that a picture (photograph or painting) often contains a moment, a story, an entire world. I bought a book years ago, Transforming Vision: Writers on Art, a delightful collection (pub. 1994) of poems and prose, inspired by familiar art from our country's finest museums. Joyce Carol Oates wrote a wonderful piece on Edward Hopper's painting, Nighthawks: