Wednesday, June 18, 2025

Alfred Henry Maurer

Alfred Henry Maurer
Lady in Black
ca. 1900
oil on canvas
McNay Art Museum, San Antonio, Texas


Alfred Henry Maurer
The Model
ca. 1902
oil on canvas
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Alfred Henry Maurer
Woman in Black
ca. 1904
oil on canvas
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Alfred Henry Maurer
Tulips in a Green Vase
ca. 1910-12
oil on canvas
Barnes Foundation, Philadelphia

Alfred Henry Maurer
Landscape: Provence
1916
oil on paper, mounted on panel
Reynolda House Museum of American Art,
Winston-Salem, North Carolina

Alfred Henry Maurer
Landscape
ca. 1918-20
oil and crayon on board
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Alfred Henry Maurer
Abstract Composition
ca. 1919
gouache on paper
Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia

Alfred Henry Maurer
Abstract Still Life
ca. 1919
oil on board
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Alfred Henry Maurer
Portrait of a Woman
1923
gouache on paper
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Alfred Henry Maurer
Two Sisters
ca. 1924
oil on canvas
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Alfred Henry Maurer
Girl with Auburn Hair
ca. 1924-25
gouache on paper
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Alfred Henry Maurer
Nude
ca. 1927-28
oil on board
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Anonymous Photographer
Alfred Maurer in the Studio
1928
photographic print
Archives of American Art, Washington DC

Alfred Henry Maurer
Portrait of a Man
ca. 1930
oil on canvas
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Alfred Henry Maurer
Four Heads
ca. 1930
tempera on board
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Alfred Henry Maurer
Dancers
before 1932
charcoal on paper
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Alfred Henry Maurer
White Phlox
before 1932
gouache on paper
Art Institute of Chicago

In the Dark

Come, try this exercise:
Focus a beam
Emptied of thinking, outward through shut eyes
On X, your "god" of long ago.

Wherever he is now, the photons race,
A phantom, unresisting stream,

For nothing lights up. No
Sudden amused face,
No mote, no far-out figment, to obstruct
The energy –
                             It just spends
And spends itself, and who will ever know

Unless he felt you aim at him     and ducked

Or you before the session ends
Begin to glow

– James Merrill (1985)