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| Georgia O'Keeffe Horse Skull with Feather 1936 oil on canvas Milwaukee Art Museum |
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| Carel Willink The Preacher (Self Portrait) 1937 oil on canvas Centraal Museum, Utrecht |
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| Robert Delaunay Rhythm No. 1 - Decoration for Salon des Tuileries 1938 oil on canvas Musée d'Art Moderne de Paris |
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| Meredith Frampton Trial and Error 1939 oil on canvas Tate Gallery |
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| Thomas Hart Benton Maquette for painting, Weighing Cotton ca. 1939 painted modeling clay and wood Milwaukee Art Museum |
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| Ralston Crawford Grey Street 1940 screenprint Milwaukee Art Museum |
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| Richard Jansen East Side Street in Winter ca. 1940 gouache on paper Milwaukee Art Museum |
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| Anonymous Russian Artist Britain Pledges to Fight and Destroy ca. 1941 lithograph (poster) Indianapolis Museum of Art |
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| Paul Cadmus Youth with Kite 1941 etching Cleveland Museum of Art |
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| Franklin Chenault Watkins Portrait of art collector Henry P. McIlhenny 1941 oil on canvas Philadelphia Museum of Art |
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| Marsden Hartley Wild Roses 1942 oil on canvas Phillips Collection, Washington DC |
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| Kurt Seligmann Melusine and the Great Transparents 1943 oil on canvas Art Institute of Chicago |
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| Peter Blume The Rock ca. 1944 oil on canvas Art Institute of Chicago |
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| Georgia O'Keeffe Pelvis I 1944 oil on canvas Milwaukee Art Museum |
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| Henri Matisse Head 1944 drawing Milwaukee Art Museum |
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| Max Beckmann Blind Man's Buff 1945 oil on canvas Minneapolis Institute of Art |
Then spake Panthia unto Meroe and said, Sister let us by and by teare him in pieces, or tye him by the members, and so cut them off. Then Meroe (being so named because she was a Taverner, and loved wel good wines) answered, Nay rather let him live, and bury the corps of this poore wretch in some hole of the earth; and therewithall shee turned the head of Socrates on the other side, and thrust her sword up to the hilts into the left part of his necke, and received the bloud that gushed out, into a pot, that no drop thereof fell beside: which things I saw with myne owne eyes, and as I thinke to the intent she might alter nathing that pertained to sacrifice, which she accustomed to make, she thrust her hand downe into the intrals of his body, and searching about, at length brought forth the heart of my miserable companion Socrates, who having his throat cut in such sort, yeelded out a dolefull cry and gave up the ghost.
– Apuleius, The Golden Ass, translated by William Adlington (1566)