Jean-Georges Hirn Bunch of Grapes 1815 oil on copper private collection |
Jean-Georges Hirn Bouquet of Roses 1820 oil on canvas Musée Unterlinden, Colmar |
Jean-Georges Hirn Bouquet on Marble Ledge 1822 oil on canvas Musée Unterlinden, Colmar |
Jean-Georges Hirn Bouquet with Books and Spectacles ca. 1820-25 oil on canvas Musée Unterlinden, Colmar |
Candida Höfer Deichmanske Bibliothek, Oslo II 2000 C-print Guggenheim Museum, New York |
Candida Höfer Deutsche Oper am Rhein, Düsseldorf 2012 C-print Los Angeles County Museum of Art |
Candida Höfer Teatro Colón, Buenos Aires ca. 2006 C-print NSU Art Museum, Fort Lauderdale, Florida |
Candida Höfer WiSo-Bibliothek, Köln I 1989 C-print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Howard Hodgkin After Degas 1990 hand-colored etching Art Institute of Chicago |
Howard Hodgkin David's Pool at Night 1985 hand-colored etching and aquatint Art Institute of Chicago |
Howard Hodgkin Large Flower 1985 screenprinted cotton (furnishing fabric, produced by Designers Guild) Art Institute of Chicago |
Howard Hodgkin Moonlight: Diptych 1980 hand-colored lithograph National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Anton Hickel Portrait of politician Charles James Fox 1794 oil on canvas National Portrait Gallery, London |
Anton Hickel Portrait of Joseph II, Holy Roman Emperor ca. 1788-91 oil on canvas private collection |
Anton Hickel Portrait of Marie Thérèse Louise of Savoy, Princesse de Lamballe 1788 oil on canvas Liechtenstein Museum, Vienna |
Anton Hickel Engagement by Candlelight ca. 1790-95 oil on canvas Belvedere Museum, Vienna |
The New Life
I slept the sleep of the just,
later the sleep of the unborn
who come into the world
guilty of many crimes.
And what these crimes are
nobody knows at the beginning.
Only after many years does one know.
Only after long life is one prepared
to read the equation.
I begin now to perceive
the nature of my soul, the soul
I inhabit as punishment.
Inflexible, even in hunger.
I have been in my other lives
too hasty, too eager,
my haste a source of pain in the world.
Swaggering as a tyrant swaggers;
for all my amorousness,
cold at heart, in the manner of the superficial.
I slept the sleep of the just;
I lived the life of a criminal
slowly repaying an impossible debt.
And I died having answered for
one species of ruthlessness.
– Louise Glück (1999)