Thursday, July 16, 2026

Allies

Tomma Abts
Untitled (Big Circle)
2015
aquatint
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC


Herb Aach
No. 9
1973-74
gouache on paper
Buffalo AKG Art Museum, New York

Francesco Botticini
Three Archangels (Michael, Raphael, Gabriel) with Tobias
1470
oil on panel
Gallerie degli Uffizi, Florence

Giuseppe Bezzuoli
St Michael Archangel
1844
oil on canvas
private collection 

Tauba Auerbach
Organize I Poster
2017
laser print and rubber stamp on paper
San Francisco Museum of Modern Art

Tauba Auerbach
Persevere I Poster
2017
laser print and rubber stamp on paper
San Francisco Museum of Modern Art

Giuseppe Abbati
Cloister
before 1868
oil on canvas
Galleria d'Arte Moderna, Florence

Manuel Álvarez Bravo
Untitled
ca. 1960
C-print
Museum of Modern Art, New York

Anni Albers
Preliminary Design for Wall Hanging
1926
gouache and graphite on paper
Museum of Modern Art, New York

Otl Aicher
Realistische Weltliteratur der Gegenwart
ca. 1949
photolithograph (poster)
Museum of Modern Art, New York

Dennis Ashbaugh
Agit Prop Tram #2
1974
oil on paper
Buffalo AKG Art Museum, New York

Anne Appleby
Coyote Meadow
1999
oil paint and wax on three canvases
Buffalo AKG Art Museum, New York

Trophime Bigot
Memento Mori
ca. 1630
oil on canvas
Palazzo Barberini, Rome

Luis Cruz Azaceta
Deadly Rain
1983
acrylic on canvas
Milwaukee Art Museum, Wisconsin

Alice Attie
Untitled
2001
digital print
Loeb Art Center, Vassar College, Poughkeepsie, New York

Anna Held Audette
Scrap Metal XVII
1997
oil on canvas
Wadsworth Atheneum, Hartford, Connecticut

from Journal of an Airman

There are some birds in these valleys
Who flutter round the careless
With intimate appeal,
By seeming kindness trained to snaring,
They feel no falseness.

Under the spell completely 
They circle can serenely,
And in the tricky light
The masked hill has a purer greenness.
Their flight looks fleeter.

But fowlers, O, like foxes,
Lie ambushed in the rushes.
Along the harmless tracks
The madman keeper crawls through brushwood,
Axe under oxter.

Alas, the signal given,
Fingers on trigger tighten.
The real unlucky dove
Must smarting fall away from brightness,
Its love from living.

– W.H. Auden, The Orators (1931)