Friday, June 26, 2026

Visual Preferences (20th Century: 1912)

Nikolai Astrup
Interior
1912
oil on canvas
KODE (Art Museums Complex), Bergen, Norway

Curt Behrends
Gebrüder Lewandowski - Corsets
1912
lithograph (poster)
Kunstbibliothek, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin

Ralph Elmer Clarkson
Portrait of Nouvart Dzeron in Armenian Dress
1912
oil on canvas
Art Institute of Chicago

Émile Claus
Self Portrait
1912
oil on canvas
Museum of Fine Arts, Ghent

Lovis Corinth
Bouquet (from the Riviera)
1912
oil on canvas
Galerie Neue Meister (Albertinum), Dresden

Edward S. Curtis
Puget Sound Baskets
1912
photogravure
Menil Collection, Houston

Baron Adolf De Meyer
The Silver Cap
1912
photogravure
Amon Carter Museum, Fort Worth, Texas

Theo van Doesburg
Dune Landscape
1912
oil on canvas
Museum De Lakenhal, Leiden

Frederick Carl Frieseke
Woman before a Mirror
1912
oil on canvas
Dallas Museum of Art

Leo Gestel
Peonies
1912
oil on canvas
Kunstmuseum, The Hague

Childe Hassam
Jelly Fish
1912
oil on canvas
Wichita Art Museum, Kansas

Paul Haviland
Miss Doris Keane
1912
photogravure
Wichita Art Museum, Kansas

Jean Heiberg
Study of a Frenchman
1912
oil on canvas
Lillehammer Kunstmuseum, Norway

Lewis Wickes Hine
Old-Time Garment Shop, New York City
1912
gelatin silver print
Art Institute of Chicago

Ludwig Hohlwein
Isidor Bach - Sport and Travel Clothing
1912
lithograph (poster)
Kunstbibliothek, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin

Emil Otto Hoppé
Tamara Karsavina with Adolf Bolm
in Thamar (Ballets Russes)

1912
photogravure
Art Institute of Chicago

Not Ideas About the Thing But the Thing Itself

At the earliest ending of winter,
In March, a scrawny cry from outside
Seemed like a sound in his mind.

He knew that he heard it,
A bird's cry, at daylight or before,
In the early March wind.

The sun was rising at six,
No longer a battered panache above snow . . .
It would have been outside.

It was not from the vast ventriloquism
Of sleep's faded papier-mâché . . . 
The sun was coming from outside.

That scrawny cry – it was
A chorister whose c preceded the choir.
It was part of the colossal sun,

Surrounded by its choral rings,
Still far away. It was like 
A new knowledge of reality.

– Wallace Stevens (1954)