Monday, April 1, 2024

Hartley - Deveria - Gibson - Falk

Marsden Hartley
The Bright Breakfast of Minnie
ca. 1915
oil on board
Denver Art Museum

Marsden Hartley
Purple Mountains, Vence
1925-26
oil on canvas
Phoenix Art Museum

Marsden Hartley
Mountains no. 19
1930
oil on board
Dallas Museum of Art

Marsden Hartley
Masks
ca. 1931-32
oil on canvas
Walker Art Center, Minneapolis

Achille Devéria
Seven in the Morning
(series, Hours of the Day)
ca. 1830-35
hand-colored lithograph
Clark Art Institute, Williamstown, Massachusetts

Achille Devéria
Noon
(series, Hours of the Day)
ca. 1830-35
hand-colored lithograph
Clark Art Institute, Williamstown, Massachusetts

Achille Devéria
Three in the Afternoon
(series, Hours of the Day)
ca. 1830-35
hand-colored lithograph
Clark Art Institute, Williamstown, Massachusetts

Ralph Gibson
Déja Vu (#2)
1972
gelatin silver print
Beaverbrook Art Gallery,
Fredericton, New Brunswick

Ralph Gibson
Untitled
1980
gelatin silver print
Art Institute of Chicago

Ralph Gibson
Untitled
1998
gelatin silver print
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Ralph Gibson
Untitled
ca. 1970
gelatin silver print
New Mexico Museum of Art, Santa Fe

Gathie Falk
Soft Chair with Suit and Black Dress
1986
oil on canvas
Museum London, Ontario

Gathie Falk
Chair with Pile of Camelias, Back View
1985
oil on canvas
Beaverbrook Art Gallery,
Fredericton, New Brunswick

Gathie Falk
Chair with Feather Boa
1985
oil on canvas
Beaverbrook Art Gallery,
Fredericton, New Brunswick

Gathie Falk
Chair with Plaid Shirt
1985
oil on canvas
Beaverbrook Art Gallery,
Fredericton, New Brunswick

from Part Three of The Age of Anxiety

Emble says:
     As yet the young hero's
     Brow is unkissed by battle,
     But he knows how necessary
     Is his defiance of fate
     And, serene already, he sails
     Down the gorge between the august
     Faces carved on the cliffs
     Towards the lordship of the world.

     And the gentle majority are not
     Afraid either, but, owl-like
     And sedate in their glass globes
     The wedded couples wave
     At the bandits racing by
     With affection, and the learned relax
     On pinguid plains among
     A swarm of flying flowers.

     But otherwise is it with the play
     Of the child whom chance decrees
     To say what all men suffer:
     For he wishes against his will
     To be lost, and his fear leads him
     To dales of driving rain
     Where peasants with penthouse eyebrows
     Sullenly guard the sluices.

     And his steps follow the stream
     Past rusting apparatus
     To its gloomy beginning, the original
     Chasm where brambles block
     The entrance to the underworld;
     There the silence blesses his sorrow,
     And holy to his dread is that dark
     Which will neither promise nor explain.

– W.H. Auden (1944-46)