The Metropolitan Museum of Art has given its first exhibition, Jewels by JAR, devoted to a living jeweler/artist of gems to JAR. JAR, Joel A. Rosenthal, who was born in the Bronx, educated at Harvard and has lived and worked in Paris since 1978.
What is on display is not in the traditional realm of jewelry but bagels, butterflies and poetry. It is the flutter of a petal, so realistic in impression that it takes your breath away. It is a delightful rock crystal snowball, a box, an objet d'art, with thin streaks of lightening in tiny diamonds. It is the sights and scents of childhood, when we had time to wander in a garden and lie down in the grass and watch the clouds overhead, to breathe in the scent of a lilac tree and have the color of those fragrant flowers etched into our memories. JAR, seems to me, to revel in memories, impressions and to remind of us simple pleasures, divinely interpreted... JAR is magnificence. I would not say extravagance because really every woman should be lucky enough to be able to capture a fleeting moment of masterly beauty but "true love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen."
I was fortunate enough to attend the opening... a few memories...
these photos do not, at all, do justice to the real thing...
above is the bursting heart...
and yes, there really was a bagel, crafted in wood and spinel...
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