Inside the new exhibition at the Skirball, A Path Appears: Actions for a Better World, recycled CDs glisten as the backdrop to the “jobs” pavilion. Visitors can listen to stories from organizations like Chrysalis, which helps people like Darius Coffey (pictured above) find jobs and turn their lives around.
The Skirball’s newest exhibition, A Path Appears: Actions for a Better World, is uniquely ambitious: it seeks to connect exhibition to action, word to deed, individual to community. It is both a gallery installation and a laboratory for social change. Its subject is the welfare of humanity, and its object is to move hearts and minds to improve the plight of those in need. These aspirations are not typical of museum shows. But they are essential to the Skirball Cultural Center.
A Path Appears is literally built out of trash: Continue reading
This family enjoyed some quiet time at last year’s Hanukkah Family Festival,
coloring and reading a book about the Maccabees.
This December, the Skirball presents its twentieth annual Hanukkah Family Festival, a joyous and inclusive occasion for Angelenos of all backgrounds. Over the years, the daylong event has welcomed tens of thousands of families to share in a communal experience—and to feel inspired by the ancient tale of a small band of Jews known as the Maccabees, who battled against tyranny in 165 BCE and prevailed against all odds.
In commemoration of this ancient victory, this year’s Hanukkah Family Festival places special emphasis on the values of courage and fortitude. Just as the greatly outnumbered Maccabees prevailed against their oppressors, so too, in our own day, are we called upon to defend the freedoms we cherish with determination and resolve. Continue reading
We must be certain that, as the rights of the individual are the most sacred elements of our society, we will not allow passion, vengeance, or hatred to cloud the principles of universal justice and mercy.
These words were written in 1944 by the renowned photographer and environmentalist Ansel Adams in Born Free and Equal, his volume of photographs of the wartime incarceration of Japanese Americans in Manzanar, California. This lamentable episode, for which the United States Congress officially apologized in 1988, has much to teach us about the essential value of civil rights, then and now.
On October 8, the Skirball opens an exhibition of Adams’s striking images, which call us to recommit ourselves to this nation’s highest democratic ideals.
Many years ago I had the privilege of meeting Ansel Adams (captured in the photo above). Jack Skirball, namesake of the Skirball Cultural Center, had introduced us. I found Ansel to be a thoughtful and humble person. Accustomed to capturing mountains and rivers with his lens, he said that portraying the human condition at Manzanar was a challenge for him, Continue reading
Sunset Concerts at the Skirball. Photo by Lindsey Best.
Over six Thursday evenings every summer, we welcome thousands of visitors to our Sunset Concerts. Global and local artists take the stage to uplift the audience with their music and unite us in song and dance.
This summer, I am particularly looking forward to experiencing the Yuval Ron Ensemble, who will perform a special program entitled “My Heart Is in the East: Mystical Music and Dance of the Hebrew Tribes.” Named after the Israeli-born musician, composer, and educator, the Yuval Ron Ensemble innovates upon traditional pan–Middle Eastern music, including Armenian, Levantine, Arabic, Bedouin, Sephardic, and Roma styles.
Lately I have had the pleasure of listening to the band’s exquisite repertoire. To me, it conveys a hopeful calm. Theirs is the music that plays in my head when I recall driving through the desert hills between Jerusalem and the Dead Sea—both as a child before immigrating to America and as an adult visiting my native land. I am moved by this soundtrack to my cherished memories of Israel. Continue reading
When it comes to rock & roll music, I can’t claim much familiarity. I grew up with the music of Israeli folk dancing, which still moves my heart (and my feet!). The world of Jefferson Airplane, Janis Joplin, and Santana was known to me only through my children. I was well aware that this music had become a worldwide phenomenon, but I knew very little about how it happened.
From the collection of Bill’s sons, David and Alex Graham, this treasured photo depicts a young Bill, when he was Wolfgang Grajonca, with his mother and sisters. Berlin, ca. 1938.
Now, with the Skirball’s presentation of the exhibition Bill Graham and the Rock & Roll Revolution, I am finding out. I am learning of the life and legacy of a remarkable Jewish immigrant, orphaned by the Holocaust, who did as much as anyone to launch that revolution and transform it into a communal experience and a social force.
Born Wolfgang Grajonca in Berlin, Germany, Bill was in many ways a classic example of the American success story: a young boy with no advantages, rising from obscurity to the pinnacle of success solely on the strength of unstoppable personality, drive, and determination. Continue reading
Each year at this season, Jews around the world celebrate two very different holidays, Purim and Passover. Both are occasions of joy—Purim the more playful, Passover the more purposeful. Yet there is perhaps an unsuspected connection between them: the gift of imagination.
In synagogues throughout the world, the reading of the Purim story is a communal event unlike any other, with children and adults alike dressing in costumes and assuming identities that, for at least a few hours, give free reign to fantasy. As a child in Tel Aviv, I remember that on one Purim I dressed as a traffic director, in my version of the uniform worn by the officer in the intersection, with white gloves to stop the cars or wave them through. This seemed to me a glamorous, even heroic role to play. Continue reading
Ernst van Leyden, Portrait of Lion and Marta Feuchtwanger, 1946, oil painting. Courtesy of Feuchtwanger Memorial Library, Special Collections,
University of Southern California Libraries.
On view now in our exhibition Light & Noir: Exiles and Émigrés in Hollywood, 1933–1950.
I had the privilege of knowing Marta Feuchtwanger, pictured above with her beloved husband, Lion Feuchtwanger (1884–1958), the famed German Jewish writer. She and I were friends for two decades in her later years (we met in 1964; she died in 1987). From her I learned of Lion’s celebrated novels and plays, his outspoken opposition to the Nazi regime, his rescue from Nazi-occupied France, and his new life with her in Los Angeles. Their magnificent home in Pacific Palisades is now known as Villa Aurora, and stands as a memorial to the exiles and émigrés who found refuge from Nazi persecution in the United States.
Marta told me how Lion spoke out against Adolf Hitler as early as the 1920s. Continue reading
A rare photograph of the extended Herscher family, San Jose, CA, 1958.
Memory is meaning. It is how we understand existence. It is how we locate ourselves in time. It is what we learn and how we learn. Amnesia is a tragedy, for in severing us from the past, it severs us from ourselves. Who are we without that frame of reference? How can we know where we’re going if we don’t know where we’ve been?
The debut of the Skirball’s new exhibition Light & Noir: Exiles and Émigrés in Hollywood, 1933–1950 prompts these reflections.
Torah Orah. It is a memorable phrase, even if you don’t know Hebrew. Torah means the Five Books of Moses, and in a larger sense, all Jewish learning. Orah means light. The words rhyme, and their meanings rhyme, too. Jewish tradition equates the Torah with light. Both give life; both shed light; both enlighten. Like the rays of the sun, the Torah warms and sustains us; like the glow of a candle, it guides our way even in darkness. So the ancient rabbis have taught, and so generations of Jews have believed. Torah Orah, the Torah is light.
Here at the Skirball Cultural Center, enlightenment is our motivating force. Our doors are open wide to learning, knowledge, and culture. We celebrate the ideas and the ideals that civilize society. Civilization begins with education, and education begins with conversation. Every day at the Skirball is just that: a conversation between teacher and student, parent and child, volunteer and visitor, old friend and new friend. Our halls and galleries and gardens overflow with conversation, encounter, engagement. That is our purpose and our passion.
When illustrator and author Maira Kalman spoke at the Skirball to a sold-out crowd, the program concluded like most Skirball lectures do: with a Q&A. This young fan was thrilled to engage directly with the artist.
Photo by Bonnie Perkinson.
Dendé And Band on stage for Sunset Concerts at the Skirball 2013.
Music moves us like few other forms of human expression. It speaks a universal language. Gladness, sorrow, yearning, hope, love—each of us feels these emotions as unique, yet music has a way of connecting them, and us, in all our shared humanity.
Music, like every language, is more than sound. It comes from somewhere—not only from a voice or an instrument, but from a composer, a performer, and a context. The Skirball Cultural Center is all about context—the communities we inhabit, the cultures we celebrate, the memories we cherish. When concerts are performed at the Skirball, they are appreciated not only as music but as vessels of community, culture, and memory. They enrich our knowledge of the world and of each other, even as they unite our hearts in song and dance.
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