Friday, July 25, 2025

Chaim Gross

Chaim Gross
Untitled (Circus Scene)
1930
woodcut
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC


Chaim Gross
Untitled
(study for sculpture)
1934
drawing
Art Institue of Chicago

Chaim Gross
Bird's Nest
(study for sculpture)
1934-35
drawing
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Anonymous Photographer
Chaim Gross carving in Ebony
1935
gelatin silver print
Archives of American Art, Washington DC

Chaim Gross
Welders 2
(study for relief-panel, WPA project)
1936
drawing
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Peter Juley
Chaim Gross working on Harvest
(WPA project for New York World's Fair)
ca. 1938
gelatin silver print
Archives of American Art, Washington DC

Chaim Gross
Tumblers
1942
ebony
Art Institute of Chicago

Milton Avery
Chaim Gross
ca. 1943
oil on board
National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC

Harry Sternberg
Chaim Gross
1943
screenprint
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Chaim Gross
Homage to Henry Moore
1944
wood
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Anonymous Photographer
Chaim Gross working in the Studio
ca. 1950
gelatin silver print
Archives of American Art, Washington DC

Chaim Gross
Sunday Fishermen
1951
watercolor and ink on paper
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Chaim Gross
Acrobats Balancing
1951
wood
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Chaim Gross
Reflection
(study for sculpture)
ca. 1954
watercolor and crayon on paper
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Chaim Gross
Reflection
1954
bronze on stone base
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Chaim Gross
Judith
1960
rosewood
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Chaim Gross
Untitled
1976
watercolor and graphite on paper
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

from Epistle: To Elizabeth, Countess of Rutland

Beautie, I know, is good, and bloud is more;
        Riches thought most: But, Madame, thinke what store
The world hath scene, which all these had in trust,
        And now lye lost in their forgotten dust.
It is the Muse, alone, can raise to heaven,
        And, at her strong armes end, hold up, and even, 
The soules, shee loves. Those other glorious notes,
        Inscrib'd in touch or marble, or the cotes
Painted, or carv'd upon our great-mens tombs,
        Or in their windowes; doe but prove the wombs,
That bred them, graves: when they were borne, they di'd,
        That had no Muse to make their fame abide.
How many equall with the Argive Queene,
        Have beautie knowne, yet none so famous scene?
Achilles was not first, that valiant was,
        Or, in an armies head, that lockt in brasse,
Gave killing strokes. There were brave men, before
        Ajax, or Idomen, or all the store,
That Homer brought to Troy; yet none so live:
        Because they lack'd the sacred pen, could give
Like life unto 'hem. Who heav'd Hercules
        Unto the starres? or the Tyndarides?
Who placed Jasons Argo in the skie?
        Or set bright Ariadnes crown on high?
Who made a lampe of Berenices hayre?
        Or lifted Cassiopea in her chayre?
But onely Poets, rapt with rage divine?
        And such, or my hopes faile, shall make you shine.

– Horace (65-8 BC), translated by Ben Jonson (1600)