Tuesday, July 7, 2026

Cousins

Anne Appleby
Untitled
1992
oil paint and wax on canvas
Buffalo AKG Art Museum, New York


Rudolf de Crignis
#01.37
2001
oil on canvas
Buffalo AKG Art Museum, New York

Alfonso Fratteggiani Bianchi
Senza Titolo, Blu
2004
pigment on stone
Buffalo AKG Art Museum, New York

Gottfried Honegger
Z-611
1970
acrylic paint on cast fiberglass
Buffalo AKG Art Museum, New York

Heiner Thiel
Untitled
1998
anodized aluminum
Buffalo AKG Art Museum, New York

Ludwig Sander
Composition - Blue
1960
oil paint and crayon on canvas
Buffalo AKG Art Museum, New York

Wolfgang Tillmans
Konzentrische Kreise
1999
C-print
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Arthur Wesley Dow
Pelham, New York
ca. 1890
cyanotype
San Francisco Museum of Modern Art

Mark Tansey
Lens
1999
oil on canvas
Carnegie Museum of Art, Pittsburgh

Robert Motherwell
The August Sea #6
1972
acrylic on canvas
Buffalo AKG Art Museum, New York

William Scott
Blue Painting
1960
oil on canvas
Buffalo AKG Art Museum, New York

Brice Marden
6 (Course)
1987-88
oil on linen
San Francisco Museum of Modern Art

David Schnell
Schleier
2012
oil on canvas
Milwaukee Art Museum, Wisconsin

Willem de Kooning
A Tree in Naples
1960
oil on canvas
Museum of Modern Art, New York

Sean Scully
Landline Blue Sea
2016
oil on aluminum
Wadsworth Atheneum, Hartford, Connecticut

Saliba Douaihy
Sea Wind
1966
oil on canvas
Buffalo AKG Art Museum, New York

Alice Makara
SS #4
1978
acrylic on canvas
Buffalo AKG Art Museum, New York

from Argument

    Wrap gifts in clothes, prepare a present for a simpler nation.  A heliograph seen from below, a camera with smuggled lenses: a soured drink for the tongue, a douche for the unpopular member, a dream dirt-cheap for the man of action.  Leave the corks behind as warning of wires, let the shafts be fenced as before, leave ordinary kindness. 
    Going abroad tonight?  The face lit up by the booking-clerk's window.  Poetry of the waiting room.  Is it wise, the short adventure on the narrow ship?  The boat-train dives accomplished for the hoop of the tunnel; over the derne cutting lingering, its white excreta.  Too late: smelling the first sea-weed we may not linger.  The waving handkerchiefs recede and the gulls wheel after screaming for scraps.  Throb of turbines below water, passing the mud islands, the recurrent light.  Past.  Handrail, funnel, oilskins, them, His will.  The lasting sky. 

– W.H. Auden, The Orators (1931)