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By John Berger
an incredible new ebook from one of many world's top writers and paintings critics
One of the world’s so much celebrated paintings writers, John Berger takes us via centuries of artwork during this targeted heritage that might enlighten and encourage. In Portraits, Berger connects paintings and historical past in progressive methods, from the prehistoric work of the Chauvet caves to Randa Mdah’s paintings approximately modern Palestine.
In his penetrating and singular prose, Berger offers totally new methods of puzzling over paintings historical past, and artists either canonized and obscure,from Rembrandt, to Henry Moore, Jackson Pollock to Picasso. all through, Berger keeps the fundamental connection among politics, artwork and the broader research of tradition.
A fantastically illustrated stroll via many centuries of visible tradition from one of many modern world's such a lot incisive serious voices.
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