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My Cousin’s Death Taught Me the Meaning of Life:
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Tag Archives: Dada
Man Ray & Modigliani’s Death Mask
How Man Ray's "Death Mask" becomes not only an homage to a man's life but also to the interconnected nature of creation and death
Man Ray (1890-1976) was the South Philadelphia-born artist who, after making a break for Europe, became one of the fathers of Dadaism in Paris’s creative hub. Meanwhile, the Italian Amedeo Clemente Modigliani (1884-1920) added to his oeuvre of modern paintings … Continue reading
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Tagged Dada, Death, Death mask, Man Ray, Modigliani, Modigliani Death, Surrealism
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“The Unity of Life and Death” by Otto Freundlich
Killed by the Germans in WWII, Jewish artist Freundlich left behind an oeuvre that transcends his unjust death
There’s a prevailing sense of warmth in Jewish artist Otto Freundlich’s The Unity of Life and Death (1936-38). Curved, colorful squares build on one another in the abstract oil painting, inspiring a sensation I can only compare to seeing holiday … Continue reading
A Woman’s War: The WWII Photography of Lee Miller
The model-muse turned journalist captured unparalleled, haunting images of death in WWII.
For a long time, Lee Miller lived in history as the love and muse of Man Ray. The American artist helped shape her into the Dada-era darling we remember today – who could forget those lips? In recent years, however, … Continue reading