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| Sam Francis Red no. 2 1954 oil on linen Art Institute of Chicago |
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| Sam Francis Blue Spanish Shawl 1954-55 watercolor on paper Los Angeles County Museum of Art |
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| Sam Francis Untitled 1956 watercolor and gouache on paper Whitney Museum of American Art, New York |
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| Sam Francis Shining Back 1958 oil on canvas Guggenheim Museum, New York |
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| Sam Francis Blue 1958 oil on canvas Phillips Collection, Washington DC |
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| Sam Francis Blue Balls 1960 oil on canvas Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Sam Francis Untitled 1964 acrylic on paper, mounted on panel Peggy Guggenheim Collection, Venice |
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| Sam Francis Untitled 1965 acrylic on paper Los Angeles County Museum of Art |
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| Sam Francis Untitled 1965 oil on canvas Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Sam Francis Untitled 1967 lithograph Whitney Museum of American Art, New York |
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| Sam Francis Chinese Wall 1969 lithograph Los Angeles County Museum of Art |
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| Sam Francis Chinese Opal 1970 lithograph Art Institute of Chicago |
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| Sam Francis Untitled (Tokyo) 1970-71 oil and acrylic on canvas Walker Art Center, Minneapolis |
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| Sam Francis White Bone 1971 lithograph Walker Art Center, Minneapolis |
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| Sam Francis Untitled 1978 acrylic on canvas Walker Art Center, Minneapolis |
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| Sam Francis Untitled 1984 charcoal on paper Phillips Collection, Washington DC |
Forbidden Music
After the orchestra had been playing for some time, and had passed the andante, the scherzo, the poco adagio, and the first flautist had put his head on the stand because he would not be needed until tomorrow, there came a passage that was called the forbidden music because it could not, the composer specified, be played. And still it must exist and be passed over, an interval at the discretion of the conductor. But tonight, the conductor decides, it must be played – he has a hunger to make his name. The flautist wakes with a start. Something has happened to his ears, something he has never felt before. His sleep is over. Where am I now, he thinks. And then he repeated it, like an old man lying on the floor instead of in his bed. Where am I now?
– Louise Glück (2014)