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)