Monday, March 25, 2024

Uneasy Heads

Sarah Lucas
Summer (Self Portrait)
1998
digital print
Tate Gallery

Francis Bacon
Head
1951
oil on canvas
Cleveland Museum of Art, Ohio

John Maxwell
Head
1936
watercolor, gouache and ink
Scottish National Gallery, Edinburgh

Theo van Doesburg
Self Portrait
ca. 1928
oil on canvas
Centraal Museum, Utrecht

Joseph Stella
Self Portrait
ca. 1925
drawing
Philadelphia Museum of Art

Frederick William MacMonnies
Head of a Man
1884
drawing
Cleveland Museum of Art, Ohio

Alexandre Falguière
Head of a Wounded Soldier
ca. 1870
bronze
Yale University Art Gallery

Otto Bache
Mummified Head of James Hepburn, 4th Earl of Bothwell,
third husband of Mary, Queen of Scots

1861
oil on canvas
Scottish National Gallery, Edinburgh

Jacques-Louis David
Young Woman with a Turban
ca. 1780
oil on canvas
(tête d'expression)
Cleveland Museum of Art, Ohio

Jean-Baptiste Greuze
Head of Caracalla
ca. 1768
drawing
(study for painting)
Cleveland Museum of Art, Ohio

Pietro Antonio Novelli
Head of a Woman
ca. 1760
drawing
Scottish National Gallery, Edinburgh

Hardouin Coussin after Rembrandt
Head of a Young Man
ca. 1750
etching
Philadelphia Museum of Art

follower of Gianlorenzo Bernini
Head of Proserpina
ca. 1650-1700
terracotta
Cleveland Museum of Art, Ohio

Isaac Oliver
Head of a Woman
ca. 1600
drawing
Yale Center for British Art

Hans Baldung
Study of a Head
1541
hand-colored woodcut and letterpress
Philadelphia Museum of Art

Anonymous Italian Artist
Head of a Son of Laocoön
16th century
plaster cast
Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna

Another Postponement of Destruction

Banging out the kitchen door, I kicked 
before I saw it a thick glass baking dish
I'd set outside for dogs the night before.
It skidded to the top step, teetered, tipped
into an undulating slide from step
to step, almost stopped halfway down, then lunged
on toward the concrete, and I froze to watch it
splinter when it hit. Instead, it kissed
the concrete like a skipping stone, and rang
to rest in frost-stiffened grass. Retrieving it, 
I suddenly felt my neck-cords letting go
of something like a mask of tragedy. 
I washed the dish and put it in its place,
then launched myself into a rescued day.  

– Henry Taylor (1996)