A delicate aristocratic lady glances over her shoulder, perhaps at someone at an 18th century ball.
A dashing rider in a horse drawn cart wears a jaunty hat. He looks very Napoleonic and regal, and the horses are beautifully drawn suggesting high stepping animation with a few deft strokes.
The paintings are done on intriguing forms, adding to feeling of frescoes excavated from an ancient wall.
Bruno Schulz who was a Polish-Jewish writer and artist.
I read the New York Times everyday. It gets delivered to my door. It's a little luxury I never take for granted (including the morning coffee that comes with it, brought to me along with the paper to me in bed by my dear Alberto).
Sometimes a story just jumps off the page, and I just have to share it with you. I do pause, because I think, well gee anyone can read it (online) if I can. But I realize not all of you do have time to read The New York Times, so I present a few things once in awhile in digest form for you.
This is one quote of many from The New YorkTimes article that gripped my heart, and made me instantly want to share this:
Landau did save Schulz for more than a year, until November 1942, by providing him with work and the means for minimal sustenance. Schulz, whose literary reputation as a short-story writer had already been established, had obtained false Aryan papers and was about to escape when another Gestapo sergeant, Karl Günter, angry that Landau had killed his Jewish dentist, put a bullet in Schulz’s head. He is said to have told Landau: “You killed my Jew. Now I’ve killed yours.”
Landau was the Nazi, and Schulz was his Jewish camp prisoner. You can read the entire story HERE
The house of the Nazi officer Felix Landau
and above, the walls where Schulz drew his murals
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