Monday, October 7, 2024

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Conrad Gleber
Cloud Nine
ca. 1978
offset lithograph
Art Institute of Chicago

Glasfabrik Johann Lötz Witwe
Jug
ca. 1920
glass
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Antonio Gómez y Cros
Portrait of a Girl
1837
oil on canvas
Museo de Bellas Artes de Valencia

Manuel Gómez Moreno y González
Departure of the Family of Boabdil from the Alhambra
1880
oil on canvas
Museo de Bellas Artes de Granada

Giacomo Ginotti
Lucretia
before 1897
marble
Queensland Art Gallery, Brisbane

Reynier van der Gherwen
Portrait of a Young Man
ca. 1645
oil on panel
Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna

Thomas Eakins
Maybelle
1898
oil on canvas
Frye Art Museum, Seattle

Gladys Gibbons
Lilies
ca. 1930
hand-colored linocut
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Girolamo del Pacchia
Virgin and Child with Angels
ca. 1510
oil on panel
Alte Pinakothek, Munich

Karl Girardet
Haymaking
ca. 1850
oil on canvas
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Reims

Jean-Antoine-Théodore Giroust
The Harp Lesson
1791
oil on canvas
Dallas Museum of Art

Giovanni d'Alemagna
St Apollonia destroying a Pagan Idol
ca. 1442-45
tempera on panel
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Aaron Gilbert
The Fourth Way
2023
gouache, watercolor and crayon on paper
Portland Museum of Art, Maine

Anonymous Egyptian Artist
Chess Piece - Knight
10th-11th century AD
ivory
Art Gallery of Ontario, Toronto

Saturnino de' Gatti
Translation of the Holy House to Loreto
ca. 1490
tempera on panel
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

Willem Hendrik Gispen
Child's Chair
ca. 1950-60
iron and wood
Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen, Rotterdam

from The Witnesses

You are the town and We are the clock 
We are the guardians of the gate in the rock,
     The Two.
On your left and on your right,
In the day and in the night,
     We are watching you.

Wiser not to ask just what has occurred
to them who disobeyed our word;
     To those
We were the whirlpool, we were the reef,
We were the formal nightmare, grief
     And the unlucky rose.

Climb up the crane, learn the sailors' words
When the ships from the islands laden with birds
     Come in;
Tell your stories of fishing and other men's wives,
The expansive dreams of constricted lives,
     In the lighted inn.

But do not imagine We do not know,
Or that what you hide with such care won't show
     At a glance:
Nothing is done, nothing is said,
But don't make the mistake of believing us dead;
     I shouldn't dance.

– W.H. Auden (ca. 1932)