Sunday, February 9, 2025

PaJaMa and Environs - III

PaJaMa
(Paul Cadmus, Jared French, Margaret French)
Monroe Wheeler and George Tooker - Provincetown
1947
gelatin silver print
Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia

 
George Platt Lynes
Paul Cadmus, Jared French and George Tooker
ca. 1945
gelatin silver print
Carnegie Museum of Art, Pittsburgh

George Platt Lynes
George Tooker
1945
gelatin silver print
Art Institute of Chicago

George Tooker
Bird-Watchers
1948
tempera on panel
New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut

George Tooker
The Subway
1950
tempera on panel
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

George Tooker
Cabinet
1951
tempera on panel
Wadsworth Atheneum, Hartford, Connecticut

George Tooker
In the Summerhouse
1958
tempera on panel
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

George Tooker
The Waiting Room
1959
tempera on panel
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

George Tooker
Singer
1961-62
tempera on panel
Brooklyn Museum

George Tooker
Window VIII
1966
tempera on panel
Saint Louis Art Museum

George Tooker
Mirror III
ca. 1970-71
oil on panel
Indianapolis Museum of Art

George Tooker
Woman at the Wall
1974
tempera on panel
New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut

George Tooker
Night (The Dreamer)
1975
intaglio relief print
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

George Tooker
Mirror
1978
lithograph
Milwaukee Art Museum

George Tooker
Embrace
1984
lithograph
New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut

George Tooker
The Window
1994
lithograph
Milwaukee Art Museum

The Traveler

At the top of the tree was what I wanted.
Fortunately I had read books:
I knew I was being tested.

I knew nothing would work –
not to climb that high, not to force
the fruit down. One of three results must follow:
the fruit isn't what you imagined,
or it is but fails to satiate.
Or it is damaged in falling
and as a shattered thing torments you forever.

But I refused to be
bested by fruit. I stood under the tree,
waiting for my mind to save me.
I stood, long after the fruit rotted.

And after many years, a traveler passed by me
where I stood, and greeted me warmly,
as one would greet a brother. And I asked why,
why was I so familiar to him,
having never seen him?

And he said, "Because I am like you,
therefore I recognize you. I treated all experience
as a spiritual or intellectual trial
in which to exhibit or prove my superiority
to my predecessors. I chose
to live in hypothesis; longing sustained me.

In fact, what I needed most was longing, which you seem
to have achieved in stasis,
but which I have found in change, in departure."

– Louise Glück (2001)