Kirchman Ronit (2 results)
More imagesPublished by Self-Published, 1995
- Softcover
- First Edition
- Signed
Seller: DogStar Books, Lancaster, PA, U.S.A.DogStar Books
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Add to basketPaperback. Condition: Very Good+. First Edition. B & W and color Graphic Art; 8vo 8" - 9" tall; 34 pages; [SIGNED] 1995 Self-published. Oversize oblong format paperback in glossy color pictorial covers. Ronit Kirchman wrote the weekly cartoon strip Humph! For four semesters in Muse, a Yale arts magazine. This book is a collectio…n of her work from Fall 1992 to Spring 1995. Inscribed by Kirchman to her sometime professor and long term Chair of the Yale Fine Arts Department, David Pease and dated 1995. Kirchman has become much more well know for her career as a musician, composer and song-writer, but this collection of graphic cartoon work is also quite exceptional. VG to VG+ ; Signed by Author.
More imagesLanguage: English
- First Edition
- Signed
Seller: Borkert, Schwarz und Zerfaß GbR, Berlin, GermanyBorkert, Schwarz und Zerfaß GbR
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Add to basketRing binder. Condition: Sehr gut. Handschriftliche Widmung der Autorin Ronit Kirchman auf der Titelseite mit Bleistift. Nummer 69 von nur 100, erste Künstlerausgabe. Das Exemplar ist in einem sehr guten und sauberen Zustand ohne Anstreichungen. / Handwritten dedication by the author, Ronit Kirchman, in pencil on the title page.…Number 69 of only 100, first artist edition. The copy is in very good and clean condition with no markings. -- (Excerpt:) About the Author: Ronit Kirchman was born in New York City and lives in the Los Angeles area. She is a composer, instrumental performer, visual artist and author. She received her formal education at The Dalton School, Yale University, and the California Institute of the Arts. -- Autumn Leaves: Yesterday, a slow suburban walk along residential roads. In my neighborhood, some of the streets are quiet and some of them roll with the rumble of the highways and major streets. Even in California this is autumn, and there are dry leaves. There is no richer experience than simple observation through all senses. The patterns of the leaves, the architecture of their flight in flocks of various sizes and shapes, the rhythm of their scrapes on the pavement. The feel of my feet in running shoes and the asynchronous experience of hearing their dull thump through the din of traffic. The rush of cars one block over, and now here and louder, more intense. The crackle and smell of leaves burning and an inexplicable odor of baked goods. Yard sale. A few dogs. The quality of my attention as it weaves shapes and hits cusps, disappears in places and resurfaces in the phase spaces of my mind. Who needs more than this? When the meditation of ordinary reality provides sustenance and transcendence, what is art for? We each have the capacity to create our own art, our own beauty in our mind. Walking through a current of leaves, I think to myself that even when we set out to invent universes in art, we end up with worlds. That is what humans do. Sprache: Englisch Gewicht in Gramm: 250.
