I love stories like this that I stumbled upon today. In one of those dream scenarios, two brothers found a painting while cleaning out their late parents’ home in northern New Jersey. Neither brother wanted it and the sharp-eyed owner of Nye & Co. auction house in Bloomfield, New Jersey thought it warranted a closer look.
In this made-for-the-movies story, the painting turned out to be a Rembrandt. Called the “The Unconscious Patient (An Allegory of the Sense of Smell)” the New Jersey painting is among Rembrandt’s earliest known works, dating from 1624, when he was about 18. It depicts an unconscious youth receiving what could be smelling salts from one of two attendants. The work of art stands just 9 inches tall. It was one of five pieces that the young Rembrandt created to depict the five senses.
The Los Angeles Times reports the painting, purchased by New York financier, Thomas Kaplan, at auction for around $1 million, is currently on display at the J. Paul Getty Museum, in LA.
As a lover of the Dutch golden age of portraiture, as well as a portrait artist myself, I think this story is so wonderful and amazing. Those NJ brothers must be pretty happy.
I spent a rainy day at the Museum of Modern Art this week. Known as MOMA, it is the preeminent gallery of what’s new in the World of Art. BTW, here’s a tip: if it is raining, do NOT go to any NYC museum…everyone has the same idea. It was so crowded I thought it was a national holiday. I could hardly see the artwork.
However, I still had a blast since I had my Fuji X100 camera with me. I did get to enjoy the Jackson Pollock exhibition.
And an exhibit on sculpture from the Museum’s collection.
But most memorable was the performance art that was happening in various locales around the museum. It was called “Plastic” and consisted of dancers dressed in grey, lying on the floor of the rotunda or on the main staircase, moving so slowly they looked like they were oozing, as museum-goers went about their visit.
Where’s Waldo? Can you find me in front of the Port Authority Terminal?
Last night, I went to the School of Visual Arts (SVA) in Manhattan to hear one of my favorite photographers speak. Howard Schatz was a ophthalmologist in San Francisco who loved photography. 20 years ago, he ditched medicine and moved to New York.
I first became aware of him when I purchased his book about redheads called Seeing Red. As I learned last night, he has over ongoing 40 projects ranging from redheads to underwater dancers to boxers. This 75 year old photographer is an amazingly prolific, innovative, and daring photographer.