Sunday, March 17, 2024

Courbet - Eisenstaedt - Vasarely - Tiffany

Gustave Courbet
Head of Model
ca. 1862
oil on canvas
Museum Gouda

Gustave Courbet
Woman with Jewel Box
1867
oil on canvas
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Caen

Gustave Courbet
Portrait of politician Emile Ollivier
ca. 1860
oil on canvas
Neue Pinakothek, Munich

Gustave Courbet
Study of arts patron Alfred Bruyas
1854
oil on canvas
Musée Fabre, Montpellier

Alfred Eisenstaedt
Stage Rehearsal, Metropolitan Opera House, New York
1942
gelatin silver print
San Diego Museum of Art

Alfred Eisenstaedt
Paris Opera Ballet
1964
gelatin silver print
San Diego Museum of Art

Alfred Eisenstaedt
Arturo Toscanini at the Bayreuth Festival
1932
gelatin silver print
San Diego Museum of Art

Alfred Eisenstaedt
Carole Lombard in Hollywood
1938
gelatin silver print
San Diego Museum of Art

Victor Vasarely
Sikra MC
1968
screenprint
Akron Art Museum, Ohio

Victor Vasarely
Folklore
1963
oil on canvas
Phoenix Art Museum, Arizona

Victor Vasarely
Ondocto Y
1976
acrylic on linen
Phoenix Art Museum, Arizona

Victor Vasarely
Aran
1964
casein on board
Phoenix Art Museum, Arizona

Tiffany & Co.
Pond Lily Mirror
ca. 1905
bronze and glass
Art Institute of Chicago

Tiffany & Co.
Floriform Vase
ca. 1895
glass
New Orleans Museum of Art

Tiffany & Co.
Floriform Vase
ca. 1900
glass
Crocker Art Museum, Sacramento, California

Tiffany & Co.
Brooch with Medusa Head
ca. 1880
amethyst intaglio and diamonds mounted in platinum
Crocker Art Museum, Sacramento, California

from Part Three of The Age of Anxiety

But here they may not linger long. Emble says to Rosetta:

     A private plane, its propeller tied
     With red ribbons is ready waiting
     To take us into town.

Malin says to Quant:
                                         A train whistles
     For the last time. We must leave at once.

And so by air, by rail, they turn inland again towards a common goal.

Quant says:
     Autumn has come early; evening falls;
     Our train is traversing at top speed
     A pallid province of puddles and stumps
     Where helpless objects, an orphaned quarry,
     A waif of a works, a widowed engine,
     For a sorry second sigh and are gone
     As we race through the rain with rattling windows
     Bound for a borough all bankers revere.

Rosetta says:
          Lulled by an engine's hum,
          Our insulated lives
          Go floating freely through
          Space in a metal spore.

          White hangs the waning moon,
          A scruple in the sky,
          And constellations crowd
          Our neighborhood the night.

– W.H. Auden (1944-46)