Tuesday, June 2, 2026

Hesitations

Larry Zox
Alto Velto
1969
acrylic on canvas
Guggenheim Museum, New York


James Yarnell
Erosion Patterns, Roan Cliffs, Utah
1960
gelatin silver print
Wichita Art Museum, Kansas

Paul Wunderlich
La TĂȘte
1965
lithograph
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Joachim Wtewael
Adoration of the Shepherds
1598
oil on canvas
Centraal Museum, Utrecht

Zao Wou-ki
Mistral
1957
oil on canvas
Guggenheim Museum, New York

Jay Wolke
Sanctuary, Agudas Achim
1994
C-print
Art Institute of Chicago

Joel-Peter Witkin
Hermaphrodite with Christ
1985
gelatin silver print
Art Institute of Chicago

Johann Amandus Wink
Still Life
ca. 1785-87
oil on canvas
Museumslandschaft Hessen Kassel

Clarence H. White
Rest Hour, Columbia Teachers' College
1912
platinum print
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Edward Weston
Kelp no. 3
1936
gelatin silver print
National Museum of American History, Washington DC

Benjamin West
Moses and the Brazen Serpent
1787
drawing
Minneapolis Institute of Art

Stephen Weitz
Death to the Knights of Mary Phagan
1982-83
intaglio print
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Margaret Watkins
Still Life Shower Hose
1919
gelatin silver print
National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa

Elisabeth Geertruida Wassenbergh
Interior with Elegant Company
1781
oil on panel
Groninger Museum, Netherlands

Shawn Walker
James Baldwin's Mother and Sister at his Funeral
1987
gelatin silver print
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Simon Vouet
Figure Study for Crucifixion
ca. 1630
drawing
Kupferstichkabinett, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin

Friedrich Vordemberge-Gildewart
Composition no. 142
1943
oil on canvas
Guggenheim Museum, New York

The Blue Suit

Richard Anderson, master Savile Row tailor,
Opens the eleventh floor hotel room door
Wearing a new suit so blue
It makes me smile,
Something no suit has been able to do for quite a while.
Welcome to room 1111 at the Carlyle.

When earlier in the morning Richard crossed the street
To the pharmacy opposite,
A stranger coming out of Zitomer's cried out,
"My God, that suit is blue!"
Which was hilariously true.
All day long people remarked on it: the suit, and the blue, and the fit.

Richard and I walked around with, in our heads, a museum
Of, in his case, clothes he has made over the years,
And, in mine, clothes he has made for me that I have worn.
I have worn a lot of clothes since I was born.
Diapers eventually turned into bespoke
Suits that rise like ghosts out of the smoke.

Suits hang from their hangers in my mind
And faintly tinkle in the wind
Like wind chimes,
Prettifying my many crimes.
Mr. Hall at Huntsman was followed by his former pupil,
Now at his own firm, Richard Anderson at Richard Anderson.

What does a blue suit do?
What does a blue suit know?
It won't find friends in Moscow
When it's as electric blue as this one is.
It's a bit too Broadway musical, too Broadway show,
For Washington, D.C.

My dear severe Mr. Hall, whom I called the Reverend,
And who died a decade ago,
Wafts like mist through my mind
And falls like gently falling snow.
The wind chimes tinkle softly in the perfumed nights on Bali.
The trumpets of life-after-death blow.

– Frederick Seidel (2018)