Sunday, July 5, 2026

Visual Preferences (20th Century: 1919)

Max Slevogt
Still Life with Rhubarb
1919
oil on canvas
Museum Georg Schäfer, Schweinfurt

Karl Schmidt-Rottluff
Portrait of Emy
1919
oil on canvas
North Carolina Museum of Art, Raleigh

Emil Orlik
Kokoschka as Theatrical Director
1919
lithograph
Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna

Amedeo Modigliani
Cypresses and Houses at Cagnes
1919
oil on canvas
Barnes Foundation, Philadelphia

Joan Miró
Aviat L'Instant
1919
oil on board
(design for magazine cover)
Institut Valencià d'Art Modern

Kenneth Hayes Miller
Half-Length Study of Model
1919
etching
Fralin Museum of Art, Charlottesville, Virginia

Henri Matisse
La Femme au Paravent
1919
oil on canvas
Barnes Foundation, Philadelphia

John Marin
Seal Rocks, Maine
1919
watercolor on paper
Wichita Art Museum, Kansas

Fernand Léger
The Typographer
1919
oil on canvas
Kröller-Müller Museum, Otterlo, Netherlands

Ludwig Hohlwein
International Imports Fair, Frankfurt
1919
lithograph (poster)
Kunstbibliothek, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin

Erich Heckel
Portrait of a Man
1919
color woodblock print
McNay Art Museum, San Antonio, Texas

George Grosz
Workers in Revolt
1919
drawing, with added gouache
Dallas Museum of Art

Arvid Fougstedt
Picador
1919
oil on canvas
Göteborgs Konstmuseum, Sweden

Charles Dufresne
Les Ondines de la Marne
1919
oil on canvas
Musée d'Art Moderne de Troyes

Lovis Corinth
Expulsion from Paradise
1919
woodcut
Blanton Museum of Art, Austin, Texas
 
Charles Demuth
Masts
1919
tempera on board
Barnes Foundation, Philadelphia

A Shock

Housman was perfectly right,
Our world rapidly worsens:
nothing now is so horrid
or silly it can't occur.
Still, I'm stumped by what happened
to upper-middle-class me,
born in '07 when Strauss 
was starting on Elektra,
gun-shy myopic grandchild
of Anglican clergymen,
suspicious of all passion,
including passionate love,
day-dreaming of leafy dells
that shelter carefree shepherds,
averse to violent weather,
pained by the predator beasts,
shocked by boxing and blood-sports,
when I, I, I, if you please,
at Schwechat Flughafen was
frisked by a cop for weapons.

– W.H. Auden (1971)