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| Emil Nolde Head of Woman III 1912 woodcut Clark Art Institute, Williamstown, Massachusetts |
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| Jacques Villon Head of a Man 1923 oil on canvas Albright-Knox Art Gallery, Buffalo, New York |
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| George Bellows Head of Gregory 1924 lithograph Cleveland Museum of Art, Ohio |
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| Denman Waldo Ross Portrait Study of John Feeney 1925 drawing Harvard Art Museums |
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| John Downton Head of a Young Woman 1933 drawing (colored chalks) Victoria & Albert Museum, London |
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| Ian Fleming Self Portrait 1935 drawing Scottish National Gallery, Edinburgh |
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| Gerald Brockhurst Head of Kathleen Woodward (the Artist's Wife) 1942 lithograph Scottish National Gallery, Edinburgh |
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| Paul Cadmus Portrait of Sandy Campbell 1943 drawing Princeton University Art Museum |
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| John Craxton Head of a Young Man 1948 drawing Victoria & Albert Museum, London |
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| André Beaudin Head 1951 drawing Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City, Missouri |
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| Cecil Collins Head 1960 lithograph Tate Gallery |
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| Georg Baselitz Large Head 1966 woodcut and monotype Tate Gallery |
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| Francesca Woodman Untitled, Rome, Italy 1977-78 gelatin silver print Tate Gallery |
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| Robert Mapplethorpe Self Portrait 1980 gelatin silver print Tate Gallery |
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| Francesco Clemente Self Portrait 1984 color woodcut Victoria & Albert Museum, London |
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| Thomas Ruff Portrait 1986 (Stoya) 1986 C-print Tate Gallery |
"To either side tree-lined roads began to appear. In the rain these roads had the resilient atmosphere of ancient places. Their large houses stood impassively in the dark, set back amidst their dripping trees. Between them, a last, panoramic glimpse of the city could be seen below: of its eternal red and yellow lights, its pulsing mechanism, its streets always crawling with indiscriminate life. It was a startling view, though not a reassuring one. It was too mercilessly dramatic: with its unrelenting activity it lacked the sense of intermission, the proper stops and pauses of time. The story of life required its stops and its pauses, its days and nights. It didn't make sense otherwise. But to look at that view you'd think that a human life was meaningless. You'd think that a day meant nothing at all."
– Rachel Cusk, from the novel Arlington Park (2006)