Sunday, October 27, 2024

Aguado - Akkerman - Abbéma - Allen

Olympe Aguado
Jeune Femme à la Tapisserie
ca. 1860
albumen silver print
Museum of Fine Arts, Boston

Olympe Aguado
Man with Cow
ca. 1850-60
albumen silver print
National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa

Olympe Aguado
Still Life with Garden Equipment
1855
salted paper print
Getty Museum, Los Angeles

Olympe Aguado
Tree in the Bois de Boulogne
ca. 1855-60
albumen silver print
National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa

Philip Akkerman
Painting 1981 no. 15
1981
oil on canvas
Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen, Rotterdam

Philip Akkerman
Painting 2007 no. 84
2007
oil on panel
Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen, Rotterdam

Philip Akkerman
Painting 2016 no. 15
2016
tempera and oil on panel
Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen, Rotterdam

Philip Akkerman
Print
1990
screenprint
Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen, Rotterdam

Louise Abbéma
Luncheon in the Conservatory
1877
oil on canvas
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Pau

Louise Abbéma
Portrait of Renée Delmas de Pont-Jest,
sociétaire de la Comédie Française
1875
oil on canvas
National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne

Louise Abbéma
Winter Walk in Paris
(Eleonora Duse)
ca. 1895
oil on canvas
private collection

Louise Abbéma
Diane
(Sarah Bernhardt at the Hunt)
ca. 1897
oil on canvas
private collection

Harold Allen
Marble Sphinx, Brunswig Pyramid,
Metairie Cemetery, New Orleans

1978
gelatin silver print
Art Institute of Chicago

Harold Allen
Cemetery Angel, Mattoon, Illinois
1950
gelatin silver print
Art Institute of Chicago

Harold Allen
Salon, Francis J. Dewes Mansion, Chicago
1968
gelatin silver print
Art Institute of Chicago

Harold Allen
Warehouse Demolition, Philadelphia
1966
gelatin silver print
Art Institute of Chicago

The Watershed 

Who stands, the crux left of the watershed,
On the wet road between the chafing grass
Below him sees dismantled washing-floors,
Snatches of tramline running to a wood,
An industry already comatose,
Yet sparsely living. A ramshackle engine
At Cashwell raises water; for ten years
It lay in flooded workings until this,
Its latter office, grudgingly performed.
And, further, here and there, though many dead
Lie under poor soil, some acts are chosen,
Taken from recent winters; two there were
Cleaned out a damaged shaft by hand, clutching
The winch a gale would tear them from; one died
During a storm, the fells impassable, 
Not at his village, but in wooden shape
Through long abandoned levels nosed his way
And in his final valley went to ground.

Go home, now, stranger, proud of your young stock,
Stranger, turn back again, frustrate and vexed:
This land, cut off, will not communicate,
Be no accessory content to one
Aimless for faces rather there than here.
Beams from your car may cross a bedroom wall,
They wake no sleeper; you may hear the wind
Arriving driven from the ignorant sea
To hurt itself on pane, on bark of elm
Where sap unbaffled rises, being spring;
But seldom this. Near you, taller than grass,
Ears poise before decision, scenting danger.

– W.H. Auden (1927)