Sunday, January 19, 2025

Contained Space

David Vestal
Carroll Street, Brooklyn, New York
1968
gelatin silver print
Loeb Art Center, Vassar College,
Poughkeepsie, New York

Alfred Stieglitz
Lake George, Oaklawn
1912-13
gelatin silver print
Art Institute of Chicago

Richard Nickel
Untitled
(Republic Building stairway)
ca. 1950-60
gelatin silver print
Art Institute of Chicago

David Ottenstein
Lorenzo Webber House #1
2006
pigment print
New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut

Orest Semchishen
Judge's Suite, Court House, Hanna, Alberta
1980
gelatin silver print
National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa

Humphrey Spender
Opening Time
ca. 1937-38
gelatin silver print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Rodney Smith
Gary descending Stairs, Parc de Sceaux
1995
gelatin silver print
Portland Museum of Art, Maine

Tokihiro Sato
Breath Graph no. 21
1988
gelatin silver print
Queensland Art Gallery, Brisbane

Arthur Streeton
Among the Flies, Theatre Royal
1890
gouache on paper
(illustration)
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Lowell Nesbitt
Room with Open Door
1966
oil on canvas
Weatherspoon Art Museum, Greensboro, North Carolina

Dirk Hidde Nijland
Stable Interior
ca. 1920
oil on canvas
Dordrechts Museum, Netherlands

Mats Nordstrom
Spaces
1987
C-print
Museum London, Ontario

Jeffrey Stockbridge
48th & Sansom
2005
inkjet print
Delaware Art Museum, Wilmington

Matthias Weischer
Corridor
2006
oil on canvas
Kunstmuseum, The Hague

Andrew Wyeth
Blue Door
1952
watercolor on paper
Delaware Art Museum, Wilmington

Carl Zimmerman
Lost Hamilton Landmarks: Wading Pool
1997
gelatin silver print
Museum London, Ontario

Unwritten Law 

Interesting how we fall in love:
in my case, absolutely. Absolutely, and, alas, often –
so it was in my youth.
And always with rather boyish men –
unformed, sullen, or shyly kicking the dead leaves:
in the manner of Balanchine.
Nor did I see them as versions of the same thing.
I, with my inflexible Platonism,
my fierce seeing only one thing at a time:
I ruled against the indefinite article. 
And yet, the mistakes of my youth
made me hopeless, because they repeated themselves,
as is commonly true.
But in you I felt something beyond the archetype –
a true expansiveness, a buoyance and love of the earth
utterly alien to my nature. To my credit,
I blessed my good fortune in you.
Blessed it absolutely, in the manner of those years.
And you in your wisdom and cruelty
gradually taught me the meaninglessness of that term.

– Louise Glück (1999)