Monday, September 29, 2025

Eric Fischl

Eric Fischl
The Funeral
1980
oil on canvas
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC


Eric Fischl
Self Portrait with April at the Beach
1983
oil on canvas
Seattle Art Museum

Eric Fischl
Slumber Party
1983
oil on canvas
Art Institute of Chicago

Eric Fischl
A Visit To / A Visit From / The Island
1983
oil on canvas
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Eric Fischl
Untitled
1986
oil on paper
Minneapolis Institute of Art

Jack Mitchell
Eric Fischl
1986
gelatin silver print
National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC

Eric Fischl
Untitled (Beach)
1989
aquatint
Milwaukee Art Museum

Eric Fischl
Untitled (Group in Water)
1992
monotype
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Eric Fischl
Untitled (Jump Rope)
1992
solar-plate intaglio
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Eric Fischl
Untitled (Sweater)
1992
solar-plate intaglio
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Eric Fischl
Untitled
2001
watercolor on paper
San Jose Museum of Art, California

Eric Fischl
Krefeld Project, Dining Room, Scene #2
2003
oil on canvas
Seattle Art Museum

Eric Fischl
The Clemente Family
2005
oil on linen
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Eric Fischl
Untitled
2006
watercolor on paper
Museum Folkwang, Essen, Germany

Eric Fischl
Scenes from Late Paradise: The Parade
2006-2007
oil on linen
Hall Collection, Schloss Derneburg, Germany

Eric Fischl
Ten Breaths - Tumbling Woman
2007-2008
bronze
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

from Pharsalia

No festoons, no plaited garlands were draped from the lintel;
No white strands of wool ran twisting down on the doorposts;
No traditional torches were flaring; no ivory ladder
Led to a nuptial bed with coverlet richly embroidered;
There was no turreted crown, no stepping over the threshold
Taking care not to touch it; no sign of the veil of yellow
Worn as a delicate screen for a bride to cover her shyness,
Hiding the bashful features; no sign of the jewelled girdle
Clasping a flowing robe, no sign of a beautiful necklace;
No light stole was arranged to cling to the undraped shoulder.
Marcia stayed as she was, in the solemn garments of mourning.
Cato's embrace from his wife was like a son's from his mother;
Leaning over, she covered his purple with folds of her sackcloth.
None of the bawdy fun or the Sabine ritual taunting
Greeted the somber bridegroom, no family party assembled.
Wordlessly they were wedded – the single presence of Brutus
Well contented them for the auspices. Cato continued
Keeping the beard untrimmed on his reverend features, permitting
Not a hint of joy to soften his stern expression,
(Ever since he had witnessed the first belligerent gestures,
Fatal for Rome, he had let the hair grow over his forehead,
Grey and unkempt, and allowed the beard of a mourner to straggle
Over his cheeks: for he was the one man free from allegiance,
Free from attachment and hatred, the only man who could freely
Mourn for the human race), and he made no attempt at renewing
Bonds of the marriage bed: his iron nature resisted
Even legitimate love.

– Lucan (AD 39-65), translated by P.F. Widdows (1988)