Jasia Reichardt - Letters

Letters

  • Jasia Reichardt letters received, ca. 1960-1983. Research Library at the Getty Research Institute. Los Angeles, California. Many of the letters are highly detailed and personal and some are illustrated. A group of letters are in response to a survey of British art of the 1970s. Occasionally, original works of art on paper are included. Correspondents include Magdalena Abakanowicz, Luis Benedit (with working drawings for his "Animal Habitats"), Max Bill, Derek Boshier (some with illustrations), Eugenio Carmi, Henri Chopin, Harold Cohen, John Davies, Patricia Douthwaite, Ian Hamilton Finlay, John Furnival, Dom Silvester Houedard, Patrick Hughes, Terence Illot, R.B. Kitaj, Ferdinand Kriwet, Bruce Lacey, John Latham, Andrew Logan, Leopoldo Maler, Brian Nissen, Nam June Paik, Victor Pasmore, Deanna Petherbridge, Tom Phillips, John Piper, Martin Riches, Peter Stroud, Kohei Sugiura, Joe Tilson, Georges Vantongerloo and Karl Weschke.

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