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| Morris Louis Number 182 1961 acrylic on canvas Phillips Collection, Washington DC |
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| Robert Motherwell In White and Yellow Ochre 1961 oil paint, charcoal and collage on paper Phillips Collection, Washington DC |
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| Leonard Baskin Hendrik Goltzius 1962 etching Cleveland Museum of Art |
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| Leonard Baskin Diego Velázquez ca. 1963 woodcut Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City, Missouri |
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| Christo Wrapped Venus, Villa Borghese 1963 etching and lithograph with collage Milwaukee Art Museum |
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| Christo Store-Front Project 1964 enamel paint, charcoal, crayon, fabric and tape Milwaukee Art Museum |
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| Frank Lobdell Figure Drawing No. 7 1964 drawing Art Institute of Chicago |
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| Roberto Matta Castronauts 1965 color etching and aquatint Cleveland Museum of Art |
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| Lucio Fontana Concetto Spaziale Attesa 1965 oil on canvas Milwaukee Art Museum |
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| Helen Frankenthaler Canyon 1965 acrylic on canvas Phillips Collection, Washington DC |
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| Helen Frankenthaler Blue-Fall 1966 acrylic on canvas Milwaukee Art Museum |
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| Chet Helms Paul Butterfield Blues Band 1966 lithograph (poster) Minneapolis Institute of Art |
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| Alex Katz White Lilies 1966 oil on canvas Milwaukee Art Museum |
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| Richard Diebenkorn Ocean Park No. 16 1968 oil on canvas Milwaukee Art Museum |
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| Byron Randall Man Drying 1968 woodcut Minneapolis Institute of Art |
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| Larry Rivers O'Hara Reading 1967 lithograph and collage Minneapolis Institute of Art |
On a day Fotis came running to me in great feare, and said that her mistresse, to worke her sorceries on such as she loved, intended the night following to transforme her selfe into a bird, and to fly whither she pleased. Wherefore she willed me privily to prepare my self to see the same. And when midnight came she led me softly into a high chamber, and bid me look thorow the chink of a doore: where first I saw how shee put off all her garments, and took out of a certain coffer sundry kindes of Boxes, of the which she opened one, and tempered the ointment therein with her fingers, and then rubbed her body therewith from the sole of the foot to the crowne of the head, and when she had spoken privily with her selfe, having the candle in her hand, she shaked the parts of her body, and behold, I perceived a plume of feathers did burgen out, her nose waxed crooked and hard, her nailes turned into clawes, and so she became an Owle. Then she cried and screeched like a Bird of that kinde, and willing to proove her force, mooved her selfe from the ground by little and little, til at last she flew quite away.
– Apuleius, The Golden Ass, translated by William Adlington (1566)