Monday, March 3, 2025

Bridget Riley

Bridget Riley
Blaze
1964
screenprint
Tate Modern, London


Bridget Riley
Punjab
1971
acrylic on canvas
Glasgow Museums, Scotland

Bridget Riley
Eclipse
1973
acrylic on linen
British Council Collection, London

Bridget Riley
Final Cartoon for Painting
1973
gouache on paper
British Council Collection, London

Bridget Riley
Final Sequence Study for Painting
1974
gouache on paper
British Council Collection, London

Bridget Riley
Study for Entice I
1974
gouache on paper
Senate House, University of London

Bridget Riley
Study for the Liverpool Royal Hospital
1981
gouache on paper
Victoria Gallery & Museum, Liverpool

Bridget Riley
Sea Cloud
1981
oil on linen
Walker Art Gallery, Liverpool

Bridget Riley
Achaean
1981
oil on canvas
Tate Modern, London

Bridget Riley
Luxor
1982
oil on linen
Glasgow Museums, Scotland

Bridget Riley
Cherry Autumn
1983
oil on linen
Birmingham Museum, West Midlands

Bridget Riley
Gouache
1987
gouache on paper
Tate Modern, London

Bridget Riley
Fête
1989
screenprint
Tate Modern, London

Bridget Riley
Nataraja
1993
oil on canvas
Tate Modern, London

Bridget Riley
Evoë 3
2003
oil and acrylic on canvas
Tate Modern, London

Bridget Riley
Study no. 4 for Painting with Two Verticals
2004
watercolor on paper
York City Art Gallery, North Yorkshire

Burning Leaves

The fire burns up into the clear sky,
eager and furious, like an animal trying to get free,
to run wild as nature intended –

When it burns like this,
leaves aren't enough – it's
acquisitive, rapacious,

refusing to be contained, to accept limits –

There's a pile of stones around it.
Past the stones, the earth's raked clean, bare –

Finally the leaves are gone, the fuel's gone,
the last flames burn upwards and sidewards –

Concentric rings of stones and gray earth
circle a few sparks;
the farmer stomps on these with his boots.

It's impossible to believe this will work –
not with a fire like this, those last sparks
still resisting, unfinished,
believing they will get everything in the end

since it is obvious they are not defeated,
merely dormant or resting, though no one knows
whether they represent life or death.

– Louise Glück (2009)