Uta Barth

Uta Barth
Ground #5
1992-93
C-print
Princeton University Art Museum

 

Uta Barth
Ground #38
1994
C-print
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Uta Barth
Ground #42
1994
C-print
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Uta Barth
Ground #46
1994
C-print
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Uta Barth
Untitled (from series, In Passing)
ca. 1995-97
photo-lithograph
Tate Modern, London

Uta Barth
Untitled (from series, In Passing)
ca. 1995-97
photo-lithograph
Tate Modern, London

Uta Barth
Untitled (from series, In Passing)
ca. 1995-97
photo-lithograph
Tate Modern, London

Uta Barth
Untitled (from series, In Passing)
ca. 1995-97
photo-lithograph
Tate Modern, London

Uta Barth
Untitled (from series, In Passing)
ca. 1995-97
photo-lithograph
Tate Modern, London

Uta Barth
Field #23
1998
acrylic lacquer on canvas
Guggenheim Museum, New York

Uta Barth
From Nowhere Near
1999
C-print
Princeton University Art Museum

Uta Barth
Untitled (NW-6)
1999
C-print
North Carolina Museum of Art, Raleigh

Uta Barth
Untitled (AOT-5)
2000
C-print
San Diego Museum of Art

Uta Barth
White Blind / Bright Red (02.5)
2002
C-prints
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Uta Barth
Untitled (11.1)
2011
inkjet prints
Milwaukee Art Museum

Uta Barth
Ground (95.4)
1995
C-print
Denver Art Museum

Uta Barth
Untitled (05.1)
2005
C-print
Carnegie Museum of Art, Pittsburgh

Stars

I'm awake; I am in the world –

I expect

no further assurance.

No protection, no promise.

Solace of the night sky,

the hardly moving

face of the clock.

I'm alone – all

my riches surround me.

I have a bed, a room.

I have a bed, a vase

of flowers beside it.

And a nightlight, a book.

I'm awake: I am safe.

The darkness like a shield, the dreams

put off, maybe 

vanished forever.

And the day –

the unsatisfying morning that says

I am your future,

here is your cargo of sorrow:

Do you reject me? Do you mean

to send me away because I am not

full, in your word,

because you see

the black shape already implicit?

I will never be banished. I am the light,

your personal anguish and humiliation.

Do you dare

send me away as though

you were waiting for something better?

There is no better.

Only (for a short space)

the night sky like

a quarantine that sets you

apart from your task.

Only (softly, fiercely)

the stars shining. Here,

in the room, the bedroom.

Saying, I was brave, I resisted,

I set myself on fire. 

– Louise Glück (2001)