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Kandinsky's Succession

St. Lawrence Jewry

Rembrandt's Portrait of A Young Jew

reason we are consulting these museums:

Louis Leopold Boilly is our favorite artist right now oh yeah..
here's the painting The Public In The Salon of The Louvre, Viewing The Painting of The Sacre

what we're looking for in Boilly is subtlety and wit. so the central figure in this painting is the man in the brown coat with the hat. see how he echoes the figure directly above him in the "Sacre"? he's the one figure most obviously looking at the art. see the girl behind him? (closer to the viewer) she can't see the painting right? too short. or maybe she can. but she's in a line with the hat and the figure in the "Sacre".

here's a detail of the man in the hat. see? no features no face no head. just a hat. Boilly is like that. we're working toward a lengthy analysis of "The Billiard Game". Boilly obviously loved women and he was a very funny guy.

museums we are consulting at the moment:

Natl. Gallery of Art USA

French Ministry of Culture

Corporation of London


Kiki Smith Immortal (monkey)
compare with female figurine 22nd c. BC at the State Hermitage Museum, St. Petersburg

Boilly @Bowdoin

Louis-Léopold Boilly was born in 1761 in the village of La Bassée, near Arras, the son of a woodcarver. From 1775 the boy lived in Douai with a relative, a prior of the Augustine order. It is not known who gave Boilly his first training. A very early practice of portrait painting, partly self-taught, seems to have launched him into his profession. By 1779 he was at work in Arras, busy with portraits. In 1785 he moved to Paris, where two years later he married Marie-Madeleine Desligne, the daughter of a merchant of Arras. His family portraits, conceived as intimate domestic scenes, attracted the attention of a provincial noble of literary bent, Calvet de La Palun, who commissioned him to paint a series of narrative genre subjects based on texts furnished by himself. From 1791 onward Boilly regularly exhibited portraits and genre scenes at the Paris Salons. When private patronage dwindled after the outbreak of the Revolution, he sought to reach a wider popular audience by painting boudoir scenes, of mildly licentious character, to be reproduced in quantity by the printmakers. A lukewarm supporter of the Revolution, he was denounced in 1794 to the Société Républicaine des Arts by a fellow artist, the Jacobin zealot Jean-Baptiste Wicar (1762-1834), for having painted "obscene works revolting to republican morality." The denunciation was forwarded to Robespierre's Comité de Salut Publique. At the height of the Terror this was a life- threatening accusation, of which Boilly managed to clear himself by painting Triumph of Marat (Musée des Beaux-Arts, Lille), which appeased the revolutionary thought-police. His wife had meanwhile succumbed to the anxiety caused by these alarms. Remarried in 1795, Boilly benefited from the pacification resulting from the fall of Robespierre.

Portraiture, having launched him on his career, remained to the end his most dependable source of income. His facility in executing small portraits rapidly and cheaply enabled him to be productive on an almost industrial scale, rivaling the output of the photographers of later generations. By 1828, well before the end of his career, he could claim to have painted more than five thousand portraits, each completed in about two hours. In searching for ways of capturing likenesses with speed, he tinkered with optical devices that, in turn, helped him to develop the illusionist techniques by which he brought off the spectacular feats of trompe-1'oeil still-life painting that astonished Salon audiences and irked the critics.


National Gallery London

Norton Museum online

Lisa Yuskavage in France early 19th c.

Aphrodite playing with Eros (4th c. bc)

St. Petersburg rebirth State Hermitage online collection



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turn into this

obsessionist nude (art) postcard freak

spheres of affluence and antique utility

from a link @girlhacker

Uneeda Biscuits

..and a half a pint of gin....

At a certain point I lost track of you.

You needed me. You needed to perfect me:

In your absence you polished me into the Enemy.

Your history gets in the way of my memory.

I am everything you lost. You can't forgive me.

I am everything you lost. Your perfect enemy.

Your memory gets in the way of my memory:

I am being rowed through Paradise on a river of Hell:

Exquisite ghost, it is night.

The paddle is a heart; it breaks the porcelain waves:

It is still night. The paddle is a lotus:

I am rowed—as it withers—toward the breeze which is soft as
if it had pity on me.

Agha Shahid Ali through Amitav Ghosh in The New Yorker



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