Tuesday, June 4, 2024

Made in 1930

Paul Schuitema
Centrale Bond 30,000 Transportarbeiders
1930
lithograph
(poster for Dutch Transport Workers' Union)
Institut Valencià d'Art Modern, Spain

Paul Citroen
Portrait of Lotti Weiss
1930
gelatin silver print
Museum de Fundatie, Zwolle, Netherlands

Grace Crowley
Miss Gwen Ridley
1930
oil on canvas
Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide

Agda Holst
Lady in Black
1930
oil on canvas
Göteborgs Konstmuseum, Sweden

Mary Cecil Allen
Sketch: Miss Audrey Stevenson as Circe
1930
oil on canvas
National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne

Alfred Cheney Johnston
Ziegfeld Girl
1930
gelatin silver print
Los Angeles County Museum of Art

Alfred Cheney Johnston
Ziegfeld Girl
1930
gelatin silver print
Los Angeles County Museum of Art

Victor Brauner
Suicide at Dawn
1930
oil on canvas
Los Angeles County Museum of Art

Henry Moore
Seated Figure
1930
alabaster
Art Gallery of Ontario, Toronto

Gabrielle Chanel
Dress with Scarf
1930
silk crepe
Los Angeles County Museum of Art

José Clemente Orozco
Pueblo Mexicano
1930
lithograph
NSU Art Museum, Fort Lauderdale, Florida

László Moholy-Nagy
Gare Montparnasse seen from Mondrian's Studio
1930
gelatin silver print
Kunstmuseum, The Hague

Jan Matulka
Abstract Still Life with Mask
1930
oil on canvas
Phoenix Art Museum, Arizona

Gertrud Arndt
Wall-Painting Workshop, Bauhaus, Dessau
1930
gelatin silver print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Gerard Kiljan
Untitled (Pills)
1930
gelatin silver print
Kunstmuseum, The Hague

Ruth Bernhard
Lifesavers
1930
gelatin silver print
San Jose Museum of Art, California

Alone

Each lover has a theory of his own
About the difference between the ache
Of being with his love, and being alone:

Why what, when dreaming, is dear flesh and bone
That really stirs the senses, when awake,
Appears a simulacrum of his own. 

Narcissus disbelieves in the unknown;
He cannot join his image in the lake
So long as he assume he is alone.

The child, the waterfall, the fire, the stone,
Are always up to mischief, though, and take
The universe for granted as their own. 

The elderly, like Proust, are always prone
To think of love as a subjective fake;
The more they love, the more they feel alone.

Whatever view we hold, it must be shown
Why every lover has a wish to make
Some other kind of otherness his own:
Perhaps, in fact, we never are alone.  

– W.H. Auden (1941)