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PaJaMa (Paul Cadmus, Jared French, Margaret French) Monroe Wheeler and George Tooker - Provincetown 1947 gelatin silver print Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia |
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George Platt Lynes Paul Cadmus, Jared French and George Tooker ca. 1945 gelatin silver print Carnegie Museum of Art, Pittsburgh |
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George Platt Lynes George Tooker 1945 gelatin silver print Art Institute of Chicago |
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George Tooker Bird-Watchers 1948 tempera on panel New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut |
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George Tooker The Subway 1950 tempera on panel Whitney Museum of American Art, New York |
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George Tooker Cabinet 1951 tempera on panel Wadsworth Atheneum, Hartford, Connecticut |
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George Tooker In the Summerhouse 1958 tempera on panel Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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George Tooker The Waiting Room 1959 tempera on panel Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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George Tooker Singer 1961-62 tempera on panel Brooklyn Museum |
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George Tooker Window VIII 1966 tempera on panel Saint Louis Art Museum |
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George Tooker Mirror III ca. 1970-71 oil on panel Indianapolis Museum of Art |
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George Tooker Woman at the Wall 1974 tempera on panel New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut |
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George Tooker Night (The Dreamer) 1975 intaglio relief print Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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George Tooker Mirror 1978 lithograph Milwaukee Art Museum |
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George Tooker Embrace 1984 lithograph New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut |
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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)