Jean-Leon Gerome: His Life, his Work by Gerald M. Ackermann
Wednesday, September 3rd, 2008The book was delivered very quickly and in excellent condition. The book itself is excellent, I only wish in the description it had been mentioned that it was a French version, I did not see the fine print that it was in French. I purchased the book for my art school unfortunately I am the only French speaking person there. I would not have purchased it had I known.

























Jean-Leon Gerome’s “Pollice Verso” of 1872
Young Greeks at a cock fight by Jean-Leon Gerome (combat de coqs)
Jean-Leon Gerome The Snake Charmer 1889. Oil on canvas. 33.07 x 48.03 inches
Gerome, The Slave Market, 1867, oil painting, Size 33 3/16 x 24 13/16 inches.
Jean-Leon Gerome, The Moorish bath, 1870. Oil on canvas.
Jean-Leon Gerome, 1869, oil on canvas. Pelt Merchant of Cairo
(1890) Jean-Leon Gerome -Pygmalion & Galatea
Jean-Leon Gerome The End of the Sitting
Jean-Leon Gerome Phryne before the Areopagus 1861
Jean-Leon Gerome Nude Woman Femme nue
Jean-Leon Gerome Lighting the Pipe, The Teaser of the Narghile, 1898
Jean-Leon Gerome A Moorish Bath Turkish Woman Bathing
Jean-Leon Gerome Pool in a Harem of 1876
Jean-Leon Gerome Greek Interior 1848
Jean-Leon Gerome Woman Bathing Her Feet Oil on canvas, 1889
Jean-Leon Gerome Bathsheba, 1889
Jean-Leon Gerome Working in Marble, The Artist’s Model
Jean-Leon Gerome Almehs Playing Chess, 1870
Jean-Leon Gerome An Arab Caravan outside a Fortified Town
Jean-Leon Gerome Anacreon 3
Jean-Leon Gerome King Candaules, 1859
Jean-Leon Gerome Nude Woman
Jean-Leon Gerome Slave Auction
Ship of Hope… On a Sea of Fools
Tuesday, July 8th, 2008
The image you see here is something Rui, Fernando and I worked on together and shipped off to Australia for an exhibition at the Yarra Sculpture Centre in Melbourne. I mention this because it is one of the things I find challenging about these new internet times: the new forms and possibilities of interaction between artists.
The way I see it, more and more, these are hard times for individual shows but favourable for artists to come together and organize interesting things, sharing the costs, burdens and laurels. Times for being artists for the love of art, in the hope that we attract some attention to what we are doing; and that eventually one or two things will sell and we can move on to the next project.
The present momentum started back in March when fellow aa artist Roxanne Brousseau-F responded to one of my blogs and invited me to take part in a project she was working on and join a network of artists she has set up called SpreadArt.net [ http://www.SpreadArt.net ]. Up until then I used to be overly cautious regarding things arranged over the internet but after visiting her site on aa – especially her videos – and a brief exchange of e-mails, my fears were washed aside. Roxanne planned to collect video footage from 38 artists in 16 countries and edit them into a video for Earth Day, and organize a live video-conference with the artists involved in cooperation with project _8_0_8_.
All artists were given guidelines for the intended project and on Earth Day I set out looking for my pothole in the middle of a busy road in which to plant my flower, complete with soil, and film the whole proceedings and reactions thereto. I missed the video-conference a few days later due to my own clumsiness and miscalculation of the time zones, waking up at 4am anticipating a connection that had happened earlier that day. But it turned out a success and Roxanne’s expedient efforts got the project aired on CNN [ http://edition.cnn.com/video/#/video/ireports/2008/06/02/ireport.for.cnn.blk.c.cnn ].
The connection for the Ship of Hope / Ship of Fools – One World project arrived in my in-box a few days later, again thanks to Roxanne’s generosity and ability to bring artists together. Upon her suggestion those of us who felt up to the challenge were to contact the curator of the project, Julie Collins-John, who would then send us a model of the ship plus additional instructions. We had to move fast, the ship had to be sent from Australia, assembled and worked on and sent back in time for the opening this coming Wednesday 18 June.
Working on a similar project with my studio companions I didn’t feel too good about going solo on this one and so I wrote Roxanne and Julie Collins-John if it would be OK to bring them in. The ship was on its way and we were like three little children waiting for a new toy to arrive. There was a brief brainstorming session and we agreed to start off from my original plan to do both a Ship of Hope and a Ship of Fools, all in one – one half would be riddled with holes, the other would have knots tied in. But by the time we received the envelope with the pieces for the 30cm long boat we had moved beyond that.
The ship could be tied on to a sea of transparent acrylic riddled with holes, but as we worked on that we felt that it wouldn’t gain sufficient power as an object and so we decided to tie knots into the holes – some of these would be long and undulating, others would be cut short – the knots that tied the boat and all the knots spurting out of the boat would be even longer and would be painted bright green. Very simplistic, really: as the ship sails ahead on a sea full of obstacles hope springs forth from it, and that’s when the final idea came to us of painting the knots on the acrylic plate black. A Ship of Hope on a Sea of Fools. Naturally I got most of the action on video for future use: One of the things we want to have in our own show in December is a video projection on one of the four walls in the gallery, clips from this collaboration will find their way into that and hopefully we can find other ways to link these two projects.
This time I hope not to get the time zones all mixed up and join in the video-conference fun with Rui and Fernando. If I got it right this time 8pm Australian Eastern Standard time should be 12 noon, when we’re all together at the studio.
HBO Revisits 2000 Election with ‘Recount’
Tuesday, May 27th, 2008On Sunday night, HBO aired its new film ‘Recount,’ which delved back into the controversial Florida recount that determined the outcome of America’s 2000 presidential election. Days before the film (watch the trailer here) hit the airwaves, Charlie Rose conducted an interview with Kevin Spacey (actor in the film), Jeffrey Toobin (Senior Legal Analyst at CNN) and David Boies (who argued Bush v. Gore on behalf of Al Gore). In watching the film and interview, my first reaction was to think: yes, it’s been eight long years, but it’s perhaps not been long enough. Perhaps another eight years is what it takes before political trauma can be transformed into pure entertainment. Or maybe it will never quite get there. But that says nothing about the merits of the film or the interview below. If you missed ‘Recount,’ it re-airs tonight on HBO.
PEN World Voices: Leon Wieseltier & A.B. Yehoshua
Wednesday, May 21st, 2008NBCC member Leora Skolkin-Smith reports on the conversations between New Republic Literary Editor Leon Wieseltier and Israeli novelist A.B. Yehoshua during the PEN World Voices Festival:
What happens when one’s deeper cultural identity has been irrevocably scattered, reshaped,and claimed? When a diaspora of the self has occurred in a way,but the pieces exiled have been the victim’s own? To be an Israeli who grew up in a time before the state of Israel, before 1948, in a Palestine divided into border-free neighborhoods of Jews, Muslims and Christians can feel like one has lived only in a
fairytale.In this netherland of memory and being, lost cities and forgotten alliances, few writers have the tools with which to create a lasting fiction. The real experience is unreal enough, perhaps, a story few believe anyway, not grounded in contemporary Israel and Palestine and therefore unimaginable to the majority of
people who know this region only through the images of the here and now. A.B. Yehoshua is one of the few writers who has taken this existential challenge on and it is hard to not speak of his work effusively, with words of awe and admiration.
The evening I spent in the auditorium of the Center of Jewish history on Friday (May 1st 2008), watching and listening to the informal, lively discussion between New Republic literary editor Leon Wieseltier, and his old friend, A.B. Yehoshua was yet another experience of awe at this writer’s capacity for depth and mastery. As is always the case, hung photographs on the walls of the holocaust and the rebuilding of shattered lives in the Center played their central part in defining Jewish collective memory. The Jewish Palestinians of the time before 1948, are marginal to say the least. They have not and continue to not carry any weight in the current spectrum of politics. They are light baggage, easily blown to the winds.
Yehoshua was born in 1936 in Jerusalem. He lived at a time before the major Zionist movements in Europe formed the state of Israel.He lived another Israel/Palestine perhaps.
A friendly, warm-hearted and chubby man with wild curly gray hair, he seemed like an unlikely choice for such a dark load. Like the character in his novel, “A Woman in Jerusalem,” he ‘had not sought such a mission now, in the softly radiant morning, (but) he grasped its unexpected significance…’ In the beginning of the interview, after asked a few general questions, Yehoshua gave the audience his own version of the history of Israel as a nation. He knew Jerusalem intimately. He stressed that immediately after 1948, when statehood was won, he and many Jewish intellectuals wanted his writing to be about a return to the individual as his own center, to surreal and existential realms. To hear his clear description of an earlier Jerusalem was fortifying and confirming.
Ghosts were resurrected but spoke as truths seldom heard. Before 1998, Israel was still a frontier with opened borders, he explained, Arab Israelis and Palestinians sat and smoked in cafes and nightclubs in Jerusalem, and Tel Aviv. Israelis went
night-clubbing in Rammallah and in the Gaza strip. The ubiquitous use of the word ‘zionism’ these days is like putting ‘catsup’ on everything. What does it mean? He asked. It was only intended to mean there should be a state of Israel, and it only applied to the formation of the State by 1948. After the State was achieved, it stopped meaning anything. It is just some sauce people throw on everything, he said, just the easiest and most convenient condiment.
What has happened in Israel and Palestine now for Yehoshua is a deadening of human empathy. Israel is now a swelling chaos, like the Jerusalem weather in “A Woman in Jerusalem,” which he describes like this: ‘From the overhang of the handsome tiled roof cascaded not one storm but many, each more torrential than the last. It was
as if the earth, having lost all hope of emptying the sky in a single downpour was draining it in stages.’
“Once when a Palestinian boy was killed, all Israelis mourned and felt pain,” he explained, “now they say — well, why don’t they care about the ones we have lost to suicide bombers?’ It’s a different place, he continued, a time of disconnection, historical distortions; the wall between the Israeli and Palestinians is just as metaphorical as it is concrete. And memories of a time when Palestinians and Israelis felt good about each other are rarely conjured up by the new Israelis, a silence around the recent past has been built as strong as that wall. The 1920′s
through the 1940′s in Jerusalem are not alluded except as precursors of the on-going border struggles experienced in Israel today.
Yehoshua calls this deadening of human empathy the ‘black plastic that wraps the dead bodies’.Faceless, nameless except to their own side, victims arrive at the cemetery stripped not only of their lives but of any possibility of re-engaging with the living as individuals, real fellow people.
Critical, too, of how some Americans and Europeans claim the Israeli experience without having lived it, he expressed frustration about the fantasy so many have about Israel here in the States. Paraphasing his own words, he told the audience: “Tell them to come and let them see for themselves what strange and very
wrong ideas they have about Israel…”
When asked by an audience member if Philip Roth’s portrait of the alienated Jew who feels he doesn’t belongs in Israel represents the majority of Americans, Leon Wieseltier, laughing, remarked: ‘No, no not enough of a majority! Look at all the settlers!’ And Yehoshua added, laughing too, ‘Yes, I am hoping many more Americans will start to feel like strangers here, maybe they’ll stopped building settlements!’ No one feels the bitter unfairness of the generalized reproach and impressions that Israel’s innate ‘zionist ggressiveness’ is of the horrendous state of things more than Yehoshua. But no one feels more strongly that Jerusalem belongs to all three religions, too. For him, Jerusalem belongs to the entire world, not to one group, not even just to the Jews. He has been active in the Peace Talks and critical of the new Israel, he says what only a older citizen of Israel/Palestine who has once been filled with sweeter memories could say: ‘We need peace because you see, we are neighbors. These Arabs and Palestinians, they are our neighbors. We are not separated by the ocean as you Americans are from from the people of Iraq you are fighting. After 1948, many families were separated and friends turned against each other…’
In “A Woman in Jerusalem,” the resource manager of the bakery is ordered to investigate the murder of a firstly anonymous cleaning lady. The woman, it turns out is from Russia, and she wasn’t even Jewish. She was killed by a suicide bomber and the company has no kept records of her employment with them. What unravels is a story
about the loss of some ability to love. She is a beautiful woman and the divorced manager falls in love with the idea of her, from pictures he finds in her lost files, and stories about her. His love is a love he can’t have with the living.
Mr. Yehoshua is married to a psychoanalyst and he spoke profoundly about the necessity of the writer to look internally, to write from a personal ‘inclination’. To be driven to write what he must, rather to write from a ‘moral obligation’ to society, even as embattled a society as Israel’s. If the ‘inclination’ isn’t
stronger than the ‘obligation’, he explained, ‘and all that history feels too heavy.’ The depth of that inner look and psychological starting point is vital to the broader sweep from which the novel will grow. The eye of the storm is always personal and begins in the personal, only through that gateway can the writer eventually encompass his surroundings and the society he exists in with all its pressing moral urgencies. Otherwise, we are left only with one-dimensional ideologies in the novel, dogma, the waste products of too many tired minds weighed down by all that history. For Yehoshua, the novel’s purity of vision depends on a
confrontation with and truthfulness about one’s internal, individual life.
No other writer I have read, expresses that purity of the individual self and the cultural collectivity that self must inhabit more poignantly and lucidly than A.B. Yehoshua.–Leora Skolkin-Smith
Stanford Online Writing Courses
Wednesday, May 21st, 2008A quick fyi: Yesterday, Stanford Continuing Studies opened up registration for its summer lineup of online writing courses. Offered in partnership with the Stanford Creative Writing Program (one of the most distinguished writing programs in the country), these online courses give beginning and advanced writers, no matter where they live, the chance to refine their craft with gifted writing instructors.
Registration opened yesterday, and some of the classes are almost full. Classes will start during the last week of June. For more information, click here, or separately check out the FAQ.
Caveat emptor: These classes are not free, and I helped set them up. So while I wholeheartedly believe in these courses, you can take my views with a grain of salt.
Summer Courses:
- Introduction to Creative Writing
- Novel Writing: Making a Great Debut
- Short Story Writing
- Creative Nonfiction: Beginning Your Book
- Creative Nonfiction for Magazines
- Fiction Writing: The Short Story Cycle
- Poetry: Writing the Moment
By the way, if you live in the San Francisco Bay Area and want to keep the mind engaged, give some thought to Stanford Continuing Studies. Our full summer catalogue is here.
100 Essential Jazz Albums According to The New Yorker
Thursday, May 15th, 2008Jazz fans, here you go. A list of the most essential jazz albums compiled by David Remnick (editor of The New Yorker) and Richard Brody.
And, for the fun of it, I’m throwing in a video of David Brubeck playing the classic ‘Take Five’ circa 1961. (Also find it on our YouTube playlist.)
Robert Rauschenberg
Thursday, May 15th, 2008(May 13, 2008) – I was online earlier today and read that artist Robert Rauschenberg died yesterday of heart failure. He was 82. The New York Times called him a “Titan of American Art.”
First off, isn’t it funny how the legendary-sized compliments flow after you die? We need to get into the habit of complimenting people while they’re ALIVE. Praising me while I’m dead does me no good, but a nice comment while I’m alive might actually get me through another day.
Anyway, I feel the need to just sit here for a moment and talk about someone I did not know. I’m not an expert on Mr. Rauschenberg or his work, but I DO remember the times when I saw his work for myself in places like the Fisher Landau Center which has a great Rauschenberg collection or the Museum of Modern Art or even the Albright-Knox Art Gallery in Buffalo, New York.
(May 13, 2008) – I was online earlier today and read that artist Robert Rauschenberg died yesterday of heart failure. He was 82. The New York Times called him a “Titan of American Art.”
First off, isn’t it funny how the legendary-sized compliments flow after you die? We need to get into the habit of complimenting people while they’re ALIVE. Praising me while I’m dead does me no good, but a nice comment while I’m alive might actually get me through another day.
Anyway, I feel the need to just sit here for a moment and talk about someone I did not know. I’m not an expert on Mr. Rauschenberg or his work, but I DO remember the times when I saw his work for myself in places like the Fisher Landau Center which has a great Rauschenberg collection or the Museum of Modern Art or even the Albright-Knox Art Gallery in Buffalo, New York.
I’m smiling right now because when I think of Mr. Rauschenberg, I think about his GIANT, framed, pop, mixed-media pieces that always give me a sense of historical references, urban hipness and this feeling of rustic modernity. I have NOT read what anyone else has said about him. I’m just taking a moment to be
in the moment of my own memory of the man’s work which I’ve seen with my own eyes.
My somewhat cloudy memory is giving me images of soldiers, black birds, city streets and spliced-together, sepia-toned photographs of things … exactly what I cannot recall … however I’m continuing to smile because I’m feeling myself standing in the presence of his work inside these museums and the word that comes to mind is … communion. I feel that as an uneducated observer of art, I actually GOT what he was doing. For me, his splicing and dicing was about slicing life … making connections of wayward things and times, perhaps with the hope of making sense of it all … or maybe not.
Even though I never met Mr. Rauschenberg and will never own any of his work, I feel connected to him through my observations of what he leaves behind and the fact that he was a famous artist who was actually alive during my own lifetime. I wish that I could say something profound about him that would set the world ablaze, but all I can say is that I’m still smiling as I’m typing these words. He’s gone, but his spirit is in my smile. I can just feel it. Communion. A moment of silence.
From now on, whenever I happen upon a Rauschenberg during my art museum visits, I’ll say, “Hey Robert!” Then, I’ll stand there and bask in the presence of a titan … and as always, smile.
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More than Just a Fake
Monday, May 12th, 2008
A year or so ago I was made aware of a non-Aboriginal Australian artist who was passing himself off as an Aboriginal Australian artist and making quite a bit of money in the process. The artist in question was born in Sydney but spent time during his teenags years at a school in a particular area of Australia’s Northern Territory that has produced many of the most well known and highly valued Aboriginal Australian artists. According to this artist’s profile on the website of the gallery that represents him, during his time in the Northern Territory he was exposed to the artistic practise of the indigenous people and was later taught to paint in the traditional Aboriginal x-ray style by an Aboriginal Elder. The art gallery that was selling the work of this fraud did nothing to alert potential customers to the fact they might be purchasing works of art that looked the same as that produced by geniune Indigenous artists but were by an artist who was not an Aboriginal Australian. Because a style of painting is not protected under Copyright Law it is not illegal as such for this artist to paint in the style of Aboriginal artists, but it is illegal for the artist to promote himself and present himself as an indigenous artist when clearly he isn’t.
After many years of misleading the public and misrepresenting himself, this artist was reported to the the Australian Competition and Consumer Commission who agreed with the complaints that had been made, and consequently put measures in place to stop this artist continuing the misleading and deceptive practices that led to the complaints. The artist and the gallery that represented the artist were not particularly pleased about the ruling but when an artist is clearly exploiting the culture and artistic practice of the Australian Aboriginal people for their own financial gain there is no other option but to put a stop to it. Instead of being unhappy about the ruling the gallery should instead be glad that they have the chance to regain their credibility after their reputation was tarnished because of their association with a fake Aboriginal artist.
There have been many different cases such as the one I have described above. On of these was the case against Australian Aboriginal Art Pty Ltd who were accused of selling souvenir items which were promoted as being made by Aboriginal artists and were “certified authentic” when in fact they were not. It was found that a majority of the artists who produced the souvenirs were not Aboriginal, or of Aboriginal descent, and that there was no authentication process that could justify the label “certified authentic” which resulted in a ruling that the practices of the company selling the items were in contravention of the Trade Practices Act.
It is extremely unfortunate that there are people out there who are willing to exploit the artistic talents of other artists for financial gain, especially when they are taking money away from a people who are in desperate need of the money. One can only hope that with more education and information people will become aware of this problem and report people who are selling fake Aboriginal art and souvenirs.
BENONE OLARU
Monday, May 12th, 2008

John the Baptist is the most developed of Benone’s work that I have ever seen. There is extraordinary detail in the curls descending from the head, and it is beyond my comprehension as a stone sculptor how these elements were made in granite! This is not a forgiving stone, it is one that destroys tools, blunts chisels, and tears the diamonds off stone saw blades. I have rarely seen this kind of three dimensionality given to marble works, let alone to granite. But as a professional, I see these tour de forces; I am sure someone who doesn’t carve stone would not. And that is something that makes this work strong. It looks as if it had been done effortlessly as much as I know it was not.
But it is the spirituality of the piece that paralyzes me in front of it. It is not an anatomical reproduction, rather it has the kind of exaggeration common to Michelangelo pieces like the Moses that tell a story and become theatre. The elements of design allow the viewer to associate freely with the biblical story, and make sense of the total picture. At this point Benone’s job is to tell the story and choose colors and shades to make it his own.
The result shows he is a master of his chosen media.






In the world of artists, there are some who excel to an extent that it isn’t fair to allow them to work without mention. Benone Olaru is one of them.

