Tuesday, January 13, 2026

Congruence

Henry Moore
Two-Piece Mirror Knife-Edge
1976-77
plaster
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Giorgio Morandi
Still Life
1943
oil on canvas
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Camille Pissarro
Harvest Scene
ca. 1895
drawing (study for painting)
Ashmolean Museum, Oxford

Henry Moore
Double Standing Figure
1950
bronze
Loeb Art Center, Vassar College,
Poughkeepsie, New York

Giorgio Morandi
Still Life
1948
oil on canvas
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Camille Pissarro
Apple Harvest
1895
drawing (study for painting)
Ashmolean Museum, Oxford

Henry Moore
Fragment Figure
1957
bronze
Ashmolean Museum, Oxford

Giorgio Morandi
Still Life
1949
oil on canvas
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Camille Pissarro
Faggot Bearers
ca. 1895
drawing (study for painting)
Ashmolean Museum, Oxford

Henry Moore
Reclining Figure
1951
bronze
Scottish National Gallery of Modern Art, Edinburgh

Giorgio Morandi
Still Life
1955
oil on canvas
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Camille Pissarro
Illustration to Daphnis and Chloe
ca. 1895
drawing
Ashmolean Museum, Oxford

Henry Moore
Sketch Model for Reclining Figure
1946
terracotta
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Giorgio Morandi
Still Life
1955
oil on canvas
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Camille Pissarro
Illustration to Daphnis and Chloe
ca. 1895
drawing
Ashmolean Museum, Oxford

Henry Moore
Woman Reading
1946
terracotta
Ashmolean Museum, Oxford

Giorgio Morandi
Still Life
1962
oil on canvas
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Camille Pissarro
Watering Cows
ca. 1895
drawing (study for painting)
Ashmolean Museum, Oxford

    A parallel story occurred in my own life.  Outside a dentist's office, towering above a row of parking spaces, there was a line of majestic white pines.  The largest, at the end, truly enormous in girth and height, was being strangled by a vine, also well grown, that reached to the top of the tree and extended out some of its branches.  I learned from a receptionist inside the building that the row of pines belonged not to the dentist's practice but to the property next door.  I went up the driveway next door and knocked and rang, but there was no answer.  I wanted to tell them they risked losing an exceptionally grand tree
and that the solution was simple, as I had recently found out from my reading about invasive plant species.  There was no need to take down the vine.  All one had to do was cut the vine at its base – the rest would take care of itself.  At home, I tried to find a phone number for this residence, but eventually I gave up. 

– Lydia Davis, from Into the Weeds (Yale University Press, 2025)