Sunday, October 6, 2024

Hopkins - Hübner - Eakins - Rietveld

Edna Boies Hopkins
Canoes
ca. 1917-18
color woodblock print
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Edna Boies Hopkins
Butterflies
ca. 1914-15
color woodblock print
Cincinnati Art Museum, Ohio

Edna Boies Hopkins
Eucalyptus
1909
color woodblock print
New York Public Library

Edna Boies Hopkins
Fuchsias
ca. 1910
color woodblock print
National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa

Paul Hübner
Leda and the Swan
before 1614
bronze plaquette
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Paul Hübner
Venus and Cupid
before 1614
bronze plaquette
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Paul Hübner
Tazza
(with the Arms of Count von Thun of Bavaria)
ca. 1595-1600
silver gilt
British Museum

Paul Hübner
Set of Tazzas
(with the Arms of Count von Thun of Bavaria)
ca. 1595-1600
silver gilt
British Museum

Thomas Eakins
The Thinker - Portrait of Louis N. Kenton
1900
oil on canvas
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

Thomas Eakins
The Zither Player
1876
watercolor on paper
Art Institute of Chicago

Thomas Eakins
The Artist's Wife and his Setter Dog
ca. 1884-89
oil on canvas
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

Thomas Eakins
The Champion - Single Sculls
1871
oil on canvas
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

Gerrit Rietveld
Zigzag Chair
1934
wood
Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen, Rotterdam

Gerrit Rietveld
Zigzag Chair
1938
painted wood
Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen, Rotterdam

Gerrit Rietveld
Berlin Chair
1923
painted wood
Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen, Rotterdam

Gerrit Rietveld
Red and Blue Chair
1918
painted wood
Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen, Rotterdam

from The Witnesses

Young men late in the night
     Toss in their beds,
Their pillows do not comfort
     Their uneasy heads,
The lot that decides their fate
     Is cast to-morrow,
One must depart and face
     Danger and sorrow.

Is it me? Is it me?

Look in your heart and see:
     There lies the answer.
Though the heart like a clever
     Conjuror or dancer
Deceive you often with many
     A curious sleight,
And motives like stowaways
     Are found too late.

What shall he do, whose heart
     Chooses to depart?

He shall against his peace
     Feel his heart harden,
Envy the heavy birds
     At home in a garden,
For walk he must the empty
     Selfish journey
Between the needless risk
     And the endless safety.

Will he safe and sound
     Return to his own ground?

Clouds and lions stand
     Before him dangerous,
And the hostility of dreams.
     Then let him honour Us,
Lest he should be ashamed
     In the hour of crisis,
In the valley of corrosion
     Tarnish his brightness.

Who are You, whose speech
     Sounds far out of reach?

– W.H. Auden (ca. 1934)