Saturday, March 29, 2025

Mala Suerte - I

Simon Fokke
Fire in an Amsterdam Theater
1772
etching
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam


Jacques de Gheyn II
Young Woman mourning a Dove, a Partridge and a Kingfisher
ca. 1620
oil on panel
Nationalmuseum, Stockholm

Andrew Moore
Model-T Headquarters, Highland Park, Detroit
2009
inkjet print
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Peter Vischer the Younger
Orpheus and Eurydice
ca. 1515
bronze plaquette
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Leon Golub
Napalm V
1969
acrylic on canvas
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Caspar David Friedrich
The Fire
1802
etching
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

Bernard Smith
Pompeii
1940
oil on canvas
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Keystone View Company
Hurricane sweeps Flood into Norfolk Streets
1936
gelatin silver print
Art Gallery of Ontario, Toronto

Johann Michael Voltz
Hylas and the Nymph
before 1858
gouache on paper
Loeb Art Center, Vassar College,
Poughkeepsie, New York

Ruth Orkin
Sandstorm, West Village, New York City
1949
gelatin silver print
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Michal Rovner
One-Person Game against Nature I
1992
C-print
Guggenheim Museum, New York

Earl Purdy
Fatigued Prize Fighter
ca. 1930-40
etching
Carnegie Museum of Art, Pittsburgh

Abel Faivre
Peasant demanding Compensation
from Chauffeur who flattened her Husband

1902
lithograph
(cartoon published in Le Rire)
Universitätsbibliothek Heidelberg

Duane Michals
Grandpa goes to Heaven
1989
gelatin silver print
Carnegie Museum of Art, Pittsburgh

Berlinde de Bruyckere
We Are All Flesh
2011-12
epoxy, iron, horse skin, steel
Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide

Tsukioka Yoshitoshi
Expression of Pain
(a prostitute of the Kansei era)
1888
color woodblock print
Fitzwilliam Museum, Cambridge

Weegee
Untitled (Weegee in Holding Cell)
ca. 1950
gelatin silver print
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Proverb

And so at winter's end her perennial bounty
Put forth leaves, having become a small tree
By then, and was set near the window in its urn;
Really a marvel – six years to have gone, and still
That astounding florescence, white and sinewy green,
While ours would flag long before summer did,
Not that we had inferior seed or mould,
Or were stingy with water, or that none of us had
Green fingers. But hers throve. It was like a child
Who waits for Something Awful to happen, tense
Beyond distraction and shining and all the while
Fixed in indifference, tree in the tight urn.

– James Merrill (1951)