Monday, September 30, 2024

Valckert - Anonymous - Coburn - Weber

Werner Jacobsz van den Valckert
Self Portrait
1612
etching
British Museum

Werner Jacobsz van den Valckert
Young Couple with Raging Death
1612
etching
Museum of Fine Arts, Boston

Werner Jacobsz van den Valckert
Sleeping Venus surprised by Satyrs
1612
etching
Museum of Fine Arts, Boston

Werner Jacobsz van den Valckert
The Good Samaritan
ca. 1620
etching
British Museum

Chinese Culture
Funerary Mask
300-100 BC
bronze
Asian Art Museum, San Francisco

Chinese Culture
Ritual Bell
550 BC
bronze
Asian Art Museum, San Francisco

Chinese Culture
Finial (for Staff)
300-220 BC
bronze inlaid with gold and silver
Asian Art Museum, San Francisco

Chinese Culture
Vase with Lotus Scrolls
18th century
bronze with cloisonné enamel
Asian Art Museum, San Francisco

Alvin Langdon Coburn
Vortograph
1917
gelatin silver print
Los Angeles County Museum of Art

Alvin Langdon Coburn
Williamsburg Bridge
1910
photogravure
Los Angeles County Museum of Art

Alvin Langdon Coburn
The Door in the Wall
before 1911
photogravure
National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa

Alvin Langdon Coburn
Portrait of artist Max Weber, New York
1911
photogravure
Los Angeles County Museum of Art

Max Weber
The Mirror #2
1928
lithograph
Art Institute of Chicago

Max Weber
Attitudes
1930
gouache on paper
Art Institute of Chicago

Max Weber
Still Life with Two Tables
ca. 1934
oil on canvas
Los Angeles County Museum of Art

Max Weber
Bananas
1945
oil on linen
Wichita Art Museum, Kansas

from Letter to Lord Byron

The vogue for Black Mass and the cult of devils
     Has sunk. The Good, the Beautiful, the True
Still fluctuate about the lower levels.
     Joyces are firm and there there's nothing new.
     Eliots have hardened just a point or two,
Hopkins are brisk, thanks to some recent boosts,
There's been some further weakening in Prousts. 

I'm saying this to tell you who's the rage,
     And not to loose a sneer from my interior.
Because there's snobbery in every age,
     Because some names are loved by the superior,
     It does not follow they're the least inferior:
For all I know the Beatific Vision's 
On view at all Surrealist Exhibitions. 

Now for the spirit of the people. Here
     I know I'm treading on more dangerous ground;
I know there're many changes in the air,
     But know my data too slightly to be sound,
     I know, too, I'm inviting the renowned
Retort of all who love the Status Quo:
"You can't change human nature, don't you know!"
 
We're still, it's true, the same shape and appearance,
     We haven't changed the way that kissing's done;
The average man still hates all interference,
     Is just as proud still of his new-born son:
     Still, like a hen, he likes his private run,
Scratches for self-esteem, and slyly pecks
A good deal in the neighbourhood of sex.

But he's another man in many ways:
     Ask the cartoonist first, for he knows best.
Where is the John Bull of the good old days,
     The swaggering bully with the clumsy jest?
     His meaty neck has long been laid to rest,
His acres of self-confidence for sale;
He passed away at Ypres and Passchendaele.

Turn to the work of Disney or of Strube;*
     There stands our hero in his threadbare seams;
The bowler-hat who strap-hangs in the tube,
     And kicks the tyrant only in his dreams,
     Trading on pathos, deading all extremes;
The little Mickey with the hidden grudge;
Which is the better, I leave you to judge. 

– W.H. Auden (1936)

*cartoonist Sidney Strube created the "Little Man" – a British everyman