Thursday, April 17, 2025

Interpretation (Models)

Philip Pearlstein
Female Model in Adirondack Rocker, Male Model on Floor
1980
oil on linen
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York


Frank Auerbach
Seated Nude
1961
charcoal on paper
Art Institute of Chicago

Jack Beal
Nude with Green Chair
1966
oil on canvas
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Anonymous Artist
Model on Sofa with Red Chair
1968
oil on canvas
Walker Art Center, Minneapolis

Lillian Desow-Fishbein
The New Image IV
1973
lithograph
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Leon Kroll
Nude in a Blue Chair
1930
oil on canvas
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Emmanuel Sougez
Reclining Nude
ca. 1930
gelatin silver print
Los Angeles County Museum of Art

Michael Thompson
Twilight Nude
1987
acrylic on canvas
Museum London, Ontario

Dorothy Thornhill
Seated Model
1976
drawing
Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney

Jack Pierson
Self Portrait #4
2003
inkjet print
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

André-Charles Biéler
Model with Cello
1967
watercolor and ink on paper
Ottawa Art Gallery, Ontario

Pierre Bonnard
Nude, Yellow Background
ca. 1924
oil on canvas
Dallas Museum of Art

Willem de Kooning
Nude Figure - Woman on the Beach
1963
oil on paper, mounted on canvas
Guggenheim Museum, New York

Robert De Niro Sr.
Nude in Armchair
1963
oil on canvas
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Gustave Klumpp
Saluting the Nude
1972
oil on canvas
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Evan Penny
Male Shadow Grouping
1985
painted polyester resin and bronze
Museum London, Ontario

Pablo Picasso
Seated Nude
1969
crayon on paper
Walker Art Center, Minneapolis

Balthus (Balthasar Klossowski)
Le Lever
1955
oil on canvas
Scottish National Gallery of Modern Art, Edinburgh

Irving Penn
Alexandra Beller, New York
1999
gelatin silver print
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

The Doodler

Most recent in the long race that descends
From me, welcome! and least askew of ikons
That grow on a new page like rapid lichens
Among the telephone numbers of new friends.

These I commune with every day. Hellos,
Goodbyes. Often by dusk a pair of eyes
Is all I draw; the pencil stupefies
Their lids with kohl until they almost close

But then do not, as if, more animate
Than any new friend's voice flattened by news,
Guessing some brilliant function I refuse,
And why, and wanting to accept their fate. 

Noses, as yet, alas, revert to profile,
Lips, too, are pursed in this or that direction,
Or raised to other lips from sheer distraction;
To mine, not once. While still, just as at Deauville

Off-season, tiny hands are better hidden
By great muffs of albino porcupine.
Indeed, nothing I do is at all fine
Save certain abstract forms. These come unbidden:

Stars, oblongs linked, or a baroque motif
Expressed so forcibly that it indents
A blank horizon generations hence
With signs and pressures, massing to relief

Like thunderheads one day in sultry foretaste
Of flashes first envisioned as your own
When, squat and breathless, you inscribe on stone
Your names for me, my inkling of an artist –  

He-Who-endures-the-disembodied-Voice
Or Who-in-wrath-puts-down-the-Black-Receiver – 
And, more than image then, a rain, a river
Of prescience, you reflect and I rejoice!

Far, far behind already is that aeon
Of pinheads, bodies each a ragged weevil,
Slit-mouthed and spider-legged, with eyes like gravel,
Wavering under trees of purple crayon.

Shapes never realized, were you dogs or chairs?
That page is brittle now, if not long burned.
This morning's little boy stands (I have learned
To do feet) gazing down a flight of stairs.

And when A. calls to tell me he enjoyed
The evening, I begin again. Again
Emerge, O sunbursts, garlands, creatures, men,
Ever more lifelike out of the white void!

– James Merrill (1959)