Jankel's Illustrated World
Of broken eggshells and other seminal phenomena
By: Jankel Jankelbrod

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Monday, 5-Apr-2004 00:00 Email | Share | | Bookmark
When blue turns to grey

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Cloudy overcast grey skies -- and on this ashen screen, some light hand, paints with a slightly lighter tone
Warm orange reds of the wellknown, otherwise often so dull rooftops. Some old trees still skeletons against the sky. The wale like mountains, dark blue on the horizon. And the jubilant cherrytree promises blossoms, blossoms, dear blossoms and the ripest of red fruits.
A year, changing seasons, like great, slowly turning wheels, clicking away in the continuous movement of time.

Sunday, 4-Apr-2004 00:00 Email | Share | | Bookmark
My studio

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No sun today -- and well, I know, some of the finest photographs are enhanced by the shining reflections on wet asphalt but at the other hand, I am not in the mood to search for wet asphalt mirrors...
That's why I decided to post some pictures from my studio, cosy inside, drawing with dry pastels.

Saturday, 3-Apr-2004 00:00 Email | Share | | Bookmark

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Old companion -- still active

Friday, 2-Apr-2004 00:00 Email | Share | | Bookmark
locks and handles

leftside lock
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Not so long ago, twenty, twentyfive years not longer, France was a paradise for all kinds of small, well designed metal objects -- unbelievably well wrought locks, cleverly conceived instruments, candles and petrol lights of almost natural beauty. All these objects could be bought in so called 'quincailleries', nice old fashioned shops, with walls full of drawers, and on each drawer a specimen of the object it contained (a practical thing, you only had to point to the right drawer, for the language of the hardware dealer is a book with seven seals). This all belongs to the past. With the radicalizing practice of self service markets with prepacked and blistered standardsolutions for all of our problems (so long as these problems stay inside the narrow focus of the relatively few products offered), all these nice oldfashioned locks and handles, all these beautiful hardware objects have vanished.
That's why I offer a small tribute to them, the few remaining original locks in my studio, I am not quite sure, but I think they must be from the end of the 18th century.

Thursday, 1-Apr-2004 00:00 Email | Share | | Bookmark

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In an old eighteenth century building I have my studio, a large room, painted in a shade of green that reminds of turquoise. The afternoon's light, slantly falling in from the west, passes the old glasspane -- transparent it is, oh yes, but with such irregularities -- and the light plays gaily on the panels of painted wood.

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