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The Slave Market and the Theatre of European Anxiety

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Author Brian Hawkeswood.                                                                                                   Nach unten scrollen für die deutsche Übersetzung https://artelbestudio.blogspot.com/2025/04/orientalist-beautiful-form-of-realism.html When Jean-Léon Gérôme exhibited The Slave Market in 1871, Europe was not an innocent observer of slavery. The Atlantic system had only recently been dismantled in parts of the Western world; Brazil would abolish slavery in 1888. European empires were expanding across Africa and the Middle East. Racial hierarchies were being codified in pseudo-scientific language. Anthropology, colonial administration, and academic painting shared an overlapping visual culture.         ...

Art Education and the Child.

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  Author - Brian Hawkeswood ..           Other pieces on art education.   https://artelbestudio.blogspot.com/2025/04/the-long-apprenticeship-on-slow-birth.html                                                                       Scrollen Sie nach unten für die deutsche Version. I have read the books, turned their pages in quiet hours under a lamp’s glow, and absorbed the theories that have long shaped academic discourse . Some of these theories, I confess, contain truth, like faint starlight arriving from a distant past. But I have also sat, year after year, before the spontaneous and unvarnished theatre of children making art. I have watched their hands move—uncertain at first, then boldly, irresistibly—across paper, canvas, walls. I have listened to their small voices invent, ...

The Long Apprenticeship: On the Slow Birth of the Eye in the Child

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  Author - Brian Hawkeswood .                                                                          Scrollen Sie nach unten für die deutsche Version. There are few things more moving than the sight of a child drawing—not merely the visible hand tracing lines across paper, but the secret drama beneath, the unfurling of a world still unknown to itself. To witness it is to glimpse the early architecture of consciousness, where emotion, image, memory, and gesture fuse long before they are named. It is not yet art, perhaps, in the cultivated sense; it is something more vulnerable and more mysterious—a search for self in the form of a line. In the earliest years, the child’s mark-making begins without intention, as one might stretch a limb or hum without music. The scribbles arrive like weather, spontan...