Karl Zerbe Modiste ca. 1948 gouache on paper New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut |
Karl Zerbe Alan - 32 East 65th Street ca. 1950 color woodblock print Art Institute of Chicago |
Karl Zerbe Gloucester Alley 1943 encaustic on panel Albright-Knox Art Gallery, Buffalo, New York |
Karl Zerbe Beacon Hill ca. 1938 oil on canvas (WPA project) Detroit Institute of Arts |
Ossip Zadkine Family ca. 1950 lithograph Art Gallery of Greater Victoria, British Columbia |
Ossip Zadkine Untitled 1948 bronze Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen, Rotterdam |
Ossip Zadkine Untitled 1948 gouache on paper Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen, Rotterdam |
Ossip Zadkine Untitled 1925 alabaster Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen, Rotterdam |
William Zorach Head of Dahlov ca. 1920-23 marble Delaware Art Museum, Wilmington |
William Zorach Head of a Prophet 1946 granite Art Institute of Chicago |
William Zorach The Weirs 1916 linocut British Museum |
William Zorach Summer 1913 oil on canvas Art Institute of Chicago |
Marco Zoppo Head of John the Baptist ca. 1470 tempera on panel Palazzo Mosca, Pesaro |
Marco Zoppo Maenads slaying Pentheus ca. 1465-75 ink on vellum British Museum |
Marco Zoppo Four Men in a Rocky Landscape ca. 1465-75 ink on vellum British Museum |
Marco Zoppo Dead Christ with St John the Baptist and St Jerome ca. 1465 tempera on panel National Gallery, London |
On Sunday Walks
On Sunday walks
Past the shut gates of works
The conquerors come
And are handsome.
Sitting all day
By the open window,
Say what they say,
Know what to know,
Who brought and taught
Unusual images
And new tunes to old cottages,
With so much done,
Without a thought
Of the anonymous lampoon,
The cellar counterplot,
Though in the night,
Pursued by eaters,
They clutch at gaiters
That straddle and deny
Escape that way,
Though in the night
Is waking fright.
Father by son
Lives on and on
Though over date
And motto on gate
The lichen grows
From year to year,
Still here and there
That Roman nose
Is noticed in the villages,
And father's son
Knows what they said
And what they did.
Not meaning to deceive,
Wish to give suck
Enforces make-believe
And what was fear
Of fever and bad-luck
Is now a scare
At certain names,
A need for charms,
For certain words
At certain fords,
And what was livelihood
Is tallness, strongness,
Words and longness,
All glory and all story
Solemn and not so good.
– W.H. Auden (1929)