Galleries Books

This is one of the great books of Giacometti's work. it features works from the early to the later stages of his life. the photgraphs of the pieces are wonderful to look at. the detail of the textures on his sculptures are so real that you just want to touch them

Joshua Cohen, one of the most brilliant and challenging young writers in the world, has many eyes. He may have eleven eyes, sixteen eyes, four eyes, or one eye: it's hard to tell which orb is swirling and glistening and perceiving. However, even if the number of ocular orbs is open to revision, Cohen definitely has what in Buddhism is called the "heavenly eye."
Dharma adepts classify the eye into five categories: physical eye, heavenly eye, wisdom eye, dharma eye, and buddha eye. Obviously, the human eye is not the loftiest, nor is the buddha eye one to be disregarded, unless you are content to be born in a dream and die as if drunk. However, that's another story which never happened: what we're dealing with here is the heavenly eye, as described, manifested, and interpreted by Cohen in his singularly difficult yet worthy tome, illustrated superbly by artist Michael Hafftka.
The book is half Jewish familial microscopic narrative where you get to smell your Jewish grandmother's ancient neck wrinkles while you're sitting on her lap, nuzzling sweet red wine memories of her boyfriend Baruch when she was sixteen in Odessa; where you have the opportunity to cradle your beloved Jewish sister desparately before she's baked in an oven, bitch slap your atrophied and despairing Jewish brother across his impervious kisser, and celebrate your Jewish daddy as he responsibly and absurdly shuffles to a briefly occupied grave site which will soon be excavated and replaced by an office tower.
Is what I'm saying profane? Conversely, am I overly kind and also overdressed, like meeting your Russian Jewish extended family for the first time and learning they, too, are horribly sad and filled with grandiose ambitions to live in Atlantic City and own a health spa?
If you understand these drumbeats of doom -- if you feel them -- then the Hebrew language unveils its ostensible mysteries into a bathtub full of blood and disappointment. Now by that I mean the Hebrew language, as Cohen astutely realizes, is but the reflection of a city in a mirror. In other words, it is a reflection of a reflection and as the city in the mirror is not apart from the mirror, so also the universe as reflected in the Hebrew language is not apart from Consciousness -- or G-d, if one is so inclined.
But is Joshua Cohen so inclined?
Perhaps he spells it "consciousness" with a small c: and then the goes off and tells his own tales about birth and death and Jews and sorrows rendered in a Hebraically-outsourced metaphysical pointilism, a fictional "style" which requires maximal attention well worth the effort!
Or does Joshua Cohen, the creative creator, slip a tallis over his shoulders and speak to The Creator in a special building on certain days and each and every day wrap his arm in leather straps with little scroll-filled boxes on them (teffillin for goyim and assimilated yids). Will he pray to G-d and ponder/reflect the Hebrew language like a walkin' talkin grandmother/sister/brother/father, delightfully obsequious and tormented and winsome and radioactive and knotted up ninety different ways about the Great Master Who Must Ever Remain Nameless, or -- conversely -- the Name of Names, or the I-Will-Be-What-I-Will-Be guy whom generations of rabbis and scholars and "simple Jews" have acknowledged as Boss of Bosses -- although He historically (I utter this, naturally, with utmost respect) may indeed have fallen down on the job or taken a lunch break, especially in Europe at periodic intervals -- may the Jew-hating mass murderers be cursed for a thousand generations.
No, Cohen definitely does not indicate that belief in God is nothing but a mechanical habitude of childhood. Nor does he suggest it is neither less nor more criminal to believe in G-d than not to believe in him.
That would be vulgar.
Rather, in part 2 of Aleph-Bet (A Metaphysical Disquisition Upon The Nature Of the Hebrew Sophiyot) Cohen probes unceasingly into the generating reflections in the mirror -- the Aleph-Bet, the ever reflecting and permeating and biological foundation stones of all Israelite narratives -- the Hebrew alphabet that produces the other reflections in the mirror: those four Jews amplified with guttural epiphanies and luminous teardrops, and millions more like them, including reverent and kindly NYC professors and raging poets in ripped red scarves and a million and a half Jewish children murdered by nazi demons.
Then he draws his own conclusion as to whether the whole thing is fiction or whether the Aleph-Bet is final and REVEALED.
And you, dear reader, will do the same.
I highly recommend this book.

I have not yet seen this particular book, yet I give this man's work the deserved stars above from what I have seen about and around. He brought to me the same feelings that Abdul Mati Klarwein's work did when I first saw it. This man and Walton Ford are sending a message in different ways yet show us our fallible nature and perhaps prophecy some things to come. A good night would involve reading D. Quinn's Ishmael and perusing Rockman's images...

The writing in the book was sanctioned by the artist himself, and features extensive firsthand quotes. This is virtually essential toward approaching this artist's work. If you can find one of these, it's well worth it. The painting on the cover is now at the Hirshhorn in Washington. I recommend Jensen's work to all those unafraid of art that challenges you in all ways.

As a craft-y grandmother, I am always looking for high quality ways to encourage creativity and art appreciation in my grands--this book is an outstanding way to do both--it inspires children to create their own effects using pictures from the National Gallery in London.

It had passions and thoughts that keept you intersted. I thought it was an excalant book because it should you wat the writer was eeling as they wrote.

If you travel with a list of local NPR stations so you can keep up with commercial free information and news, then this is the perfect traveling companion. The listings and descriptions of large and small museums, both specialized and general are delightfully informative. Ms Loebl has certainly done her homework. This is a must for family trips.

I didn't purchase it here, but I own it. It is full of wonderful color pictures of his work. Also, it has a nice biography of Iver. The photos are good replicas of his originals. This one is worth hanging on to. There are others out there with more of his collection from different exhibitions as well. This is one of the best. AS for the binding/edition which states "unknown", every catalog that is available was printed in Naples, FL for that exhibition. Harmon-Meek (Foster Harmon and Bill Meek)Gallery along with his family had it made up.

A great buy for a great colorful book of all the 50s Classics. Chevy's, Ford's, Chrysler's, Buick's, Pontiac's, they're all in this book in gorgeous color photographs. Wonderful background stories on all the makes fact filled with interesting anecdotes. A must for any 50s Car enthusiast! Well presented and easy reading.

Contains fascinating stories of coin hoards found and single coin finds. Most of the historical stories behind a particular hoard are fascinating. If you like stories about shipwrecks and the old west in connection with coins then this book is for you. It also list locations of possible future coin finds.