Over a year ago, I began conducting research for the exhibition Manzanar: The Wartime Photographs of Ansel Adams, which features photographs and other artifacts that depict the treatment of Japanese Americans at the incarceration camp in Manzanar, California, during World War II. Soon after I started, I realized that, in order to gain a true understanding of the material, I had to visit the camp itself.
Photo by Thomas Schirtz.
Manzanar War Relocation Center was one of ten remote camps where approximately 120,000 Japanese American citizens and resident Japanese aliens were incarcerated following the Japanese bombing of Pearl Harbor. Located at the foot of the Sierra Nevada in eastern California’s Owens Valley, about 220 miles northeast of Los Angeles, the town of Manzanar—the Spanish word for “apple orchard”—developed as an agricultural settlement beginning in 1910. Continue reading →
Local chili pepper mavens duke it out for savory sauce supremacy!
It’s been a very warm summer at the Skirball, and it’s heating up even more around here this fall. I’m not just talking about the kind of heat that makes me cranky for a very unpleasant six minutes while I walk from the air conditioned lobby to my car in the Skirball parking lot. I’m talking about the hot competition—between sriracha and harissa—for my go-to spicy condiment.
Chili pepper–based sauces are now a really big deal, thanks to many influences including Food Network shows, foodie blogs, and the incredible expansion of hometown fave Huy Fong Foods sriracha sauce. In fact, just weeks ago, my husband and I took a tour of the massive Huy Fong facility in the eastern San Gabriel Valley, Continue reading →
Years after her father’s passing, Orly Olivier, the artist behind Petit Takett, opened a small wooden box. This neat little box contained handwritten notes with small drawings by her father Sylvain Olivier, who had scribbled down some of his favorite recipes in a mix of English, French, and Arabic. Unlike published recipes, which carefully list all the ingredients and instructions for a dish’s preparation, these notes were cryptic, with only enough information to remind Sylvain of his favorite dishes. Finding these recipes brought back memories to Orly Olivier of large Shabbat dinners with her Sephardic father, Ashkenazi mother, and sister in Los Angeles. It reminded her of intricate smells, flavors, and colors, and joyful feelings of sharing delicious food and good company.
Olivier needed to open this box, not only for memory’s sake but also for the sake of her artistic practice: it was the spark that launched her project Petit Takett (“little Takett,” named in honor of her grandmother’s restaurant, Takett’s, in Tunisia).
As her Communications and Marketing internship comes to a close, Jenna Lomeli reflects on a defining moment during her time at the Skirball.
I don’t recall exactly what I was expecting when I went on a staff tour of the Visions and Values: Jewish Life from Antiquity to America exhibition earlier this summer. I’m sure I went into it hoping to learn some things about Jewish history (and given my rather sparse knowledge about the subject, there was a lot to learn). I may have even expected to connect with the latter sixteenth of the 4,000 years that the Skirball’s core exhibition covers. I definitely did not foresee being emotionally invested in a replica of an approximately 1,600-year-old mosaic on the floor of the Severan Synagogue in Hamat Tiberias, Israel. But then, who does?
The door leading to the mosaic replica at the Skirball looks like the sort of door visitors aren’t supposed to go through. I didn’t realize it led to another section of the exhibition until Museum Director Dr. Robert Kirschner opened it and led our tour group outside. After exiting the gallery, I found myself looking at a very large tile mosaic set into the ground, with mock ruins above it. A handful of times in my life I have had the happy experience of seeing a painting or sculpture and being completely swept up by it. This was not one of those times. My initial reaction was about as blasé as anyone would expect, considering I was looking at the floor. But then Dr. Kirschner, who has been with the Skirball Cultural Center since its beginning and who led the development of Visions and Values, began to explain the mosaic and its greater significance to the exhibition. Continue reading →
Growing up at home with my parents in Los Angeles, the High Holidays meant going to synagogue in the evening, and again the next morning, followed by a big dinner. I mostly remember the services never quite grabbing my attention the way the Tic Tacs and gum my mother provided to keep me quiet did. But I do remember those services being very important to her. It wasn’t until, at the age of sixteen, I moved to Israel that I began to fully understand the High Holidays and what kind of wonderful experience they could be.
I gained an understanding of Jewish culture by living in the land upon which it was created. My experience wasn’t particularly religious; I attended services once during the three years I lived there. But I discovered a profound personal connection to the rich traditions of the Jewish people that changed me forever.
Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur are my favorite examples of this connection. During Rosh Hashanah, Israel’s cities are decorated with signs and banners wishing people a “sweet and happy New Year!” Decorative photos and pictures of apples, honey, and pomegranates are everywhere. People send cards and gifts, and it’s actually a much bigger deal than Hanukkah. Dinners are bountiful, with fruits and flowers everywhere. It’s a truly joyous occasion.
I have three Israeli aunties, each of whom has had three or more children. Those children now have children of their own, which means the High Holiday family dinners are often twenty or more at the table! The cooking is divided amongst my aunties, and each year they take turns hosting from house to house. The men also have their roles as sous chefs, dishwashers, and expert grocery shoppers. There’s a lot of coordination involved, 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.
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 →
On Thursday, August 27, Novalima will hit the Skirball stage under the stars with a bang, capping off our eclectic season of Sunset Concerts with their unique style of Afro-Peruvian electro-fusion. My first “close encounter” with Novalima came in the winter of 2013. I was an intern in the Performing Arts Department at Yerba Buena Center for the Arts in San Francisco, and I was immediately struck by the band’s high energy and reverence for their Peruvian culture. Two years later, the level of excitement that I’ve built up to see them again can’t be matched.
With the recent release of their newest album, Planetario, Novalima takes their sound to new heights. The album—developed in Bogota and recorded with members of the renowned salsa band La-33, including Sidestepper, Eka Muñoz, Pernett, and La Mambanegra—draws from rich Colombian musical traditions. It also showcases global artists such as Marc de Clive Lowe (United Kingdom/New Zealand), Ojos de Brujo’s DJ Panko (Spain), and the Cuban rapper Kumar (Barcelona). These collaborations across land and sea result in some of their most exciting tracks to date. Continue reading →
As a new member of the Skirball’s Program Department, I am delighted to have joined in time for the nineteenth season of the Sunset Concerts. While each week has presented something new and exciting for me, I am especially drawn to the description of the Yuval Ron Ensemble, a group of artists who strive to create bridges between people of different faiths and ethnic backgrounds. This Thursday, I will have the opportunity to experience the unifying power of the ensemble’s music in person.
We are excited for you and your ensemble to perform “My Heart Is in the East: Mystical Music and Dance of the Hebrew Tribes” on the Sunset Concerts stage. Without giving it all away, what can audiences expect from this special new program? Upbeat and groovy Yemenite songs, fiery Andalusian songs, and spiritual, mystical music and dance based on Kabbalistic poetry and the Hebrew letter . . . . The program will provide a rich and deep sound . . . . that one could only experience in a city such as Jerusalem, where many ancient cultures are still interwoven and impact each other as it has been for thousands of years. Continue reading →
Listening to the gently joyful, rhythmic title track of Aurelio Martinez’s latest album, Lándini, transports me to the Caribbean. Swept up in and soothed by his hypnotic music and heartfelt vocals, I actually can’t keep from moving and swaying in my office chair. The sound is driven by percussion—most prominently shakers that set the rhythm and pull me into the feeling of the music—while acoustic guitar carries the melody. It feels like a mini-vacation at my desk.
Aurelio is one of the leading advocates for and preservers of Garifuna culture, which encompasses the African and Caribbean Indian traditions of the shipwrecked slaves who intermarried with local natives on the island of St. Vincent. Speaking of the Garifuna culture, Aurelio affirms, “We’re not going to let this culture die, I know I must continue my ancestors’ legacy and find new ways to express it. Few people know about it, but I adore it, and it’s something I must share with the world.” One of the ways Aurelio does so is through the acoustic guitar—a trademark of the Garifuna rhythm and genre of music called paranda. Continue reading →
In 2015, there’s no dearth of American folk music revivalists. Beyond the prevailing legacy acts that continue to tour (Bob Dylan, Lucinda Williams, Ramblin’ Jack Elliott, the list goes on … ), there’s a new generation of artists for whom analog instrumentation, earnest lyrics, and the American songwriting tradition are as timely as ever. A glance at any summer music festival lineup is bound to reveal at least a handful of rising indie folk acts as well as a few bands who have conquered the charts with guitars, banjos, and fiddles in tow. Yet few of these artists feel as vital as Alynda Lee Segarra and her band,Hurray for the Riff Raff. Not content to merely emulate the aesthetics of Americana music, Segarra marries folk traditions of the twentieth century with current political concerns.
Segarra was born to Puerto Rican parents and raised in the Bronx. At seventeen, she left New York and traveled the country aboard freight trains, eventually finding her way to New Orleans, where she became enamored with the city’s musical traditions. She busked on the street with a group of musicians, playing washboard and banjo for tips, before finally writing songs of her own.
Last year’s Small Town Heroes is Hurray for the Riff Raff’s fifth album and their major label debut. It’s garnered praise from the likes of Rolling Stone, Pitchfork, and NPR. On the album, the band successfully explores a multitude of American folk traditions, from the Appalachian-style of the album opener, “Blue Ridge Mountain,” to the honky tonk feel of “I Know It’s Wrong (But That’s Alright).”
“I Know It’s Wrong (But That’s Alright)”
But where many modern-day folk artists are content with merely aesthetics, Hurray for the Riff Raff is committed to using their platform for championing issues of social justice. Continue reading →