Wednesday, August 12, 2026

Visual Preferences (20th Century: 1957)

Eugène Brands
Portrait of Daughter with a Fish
1957
oil on canvas
NSU Art Museum, Fort Lauderdale, Florida

Joseph Cornell
Suzy's Sun (for Judy Tyler)
1957
wood, glass, printed paper, found objects
North Carolina Museum of Art, Raleigh

Howard Dearstyne
Untitled (Bottles in Wooden Crates)
1957
C-print
Art Institute of Chicago

Ruth Ettling
Rock Forms
1957
oil on canvas
Huntington Museum of Art, Huntington, West Virginia

Edward Giobbi
Sungathers #2
1957
oil on canvas
McNay Art Museum, San Antonio, Texas

Ary Halsema
Work Safely
1957
lithograph (poster in Dutch)
Allard Pierson Museum, Amsterdam

Josef Albers
Study for Homage to the Square: Young Voice
1957
oil on panel
Memphis Brooks Museum of Art, Tennessee

Peter Lanyon
Gull Shore
1957
oil on panel
McNay Art Museum, San Antonio, Texas

Mauricio Lasansky
Self Portrait
1957
etching and drypoint
Dallas Museum of Art

O. Winston Link
Hot Shot Eastbound, Iaeger, West Virginia
1957
gelatin silver print
Huntington Museum of Art, Huntington, West Virginia

Ed Moses
Moses y Branco
1957
oil on canvas
Menil Collection, Houston

Elmer Novotny
Two Weeks with Pay
1957
casein on panel
Akron Art Museum, Ohio

Stephen Pace
57-21
1957
oil on canvas
Blanton Museum of Art, Austin, Texas

Frank Paulin
Carnival Worker
1957
gelatin silver print
Lowe Art Museum, University of Miami

Mark Rothko
Untitled
1957
oil and mixed media on canvas
Menil Collection, Houston

Cristóbal Balenciaga
Evening Gown
1957
cotton organdy and embroidered tulle
Kunstmuseum, The Hague
 
from Dichtung und Wahrheit (An Unwritten Poem)
                                                          
                                                            XLVI
"My Love," says the poet, "is more wonderful, more beautiful, more to be desired than . . ."  – there follows a list of admirable natural objects and human artifacts – (more wonderful, I should like to say, than Swaledale or the coast of North-West Iceland, more beautiful than a badger, a sea-horse or a turbine built by Gilkes & Co. of Kendal, more to be desired than cold toast for breakfast or unlimited hot water . . .)
What do such comparisons provide? Certainly not a description by which You could be distinguished from a hundred possible rivals of a similar type. 

                                                            XLVII
"The One I worship has more soul than other folks . . ." (Much funnier, I should like to say.) To be accurate, should not the poet have written . . . "than any I have met so far"?

                                                            XLVIII
"I will love You forever," swears the poet. I find this easy to swear too. I will love You at 4:15 p.m. next Tuesday: is that still as easy?

                                                             XLIX
"I will love You whatever happens, even though . . ." – there follows a list of catastrophic miracles –(even though, I should like to say, all the stones of Baalbek split into exact quarters, the rooks of Repton utter dire prophecies in Greek and the Windrush bellow imprecations in Hebrew, Time run boustrophedon and Paris and Vienna thrice be lit again by gas. . . .)
Do I believe that these events might conceivably occur during my lifetime? If not, what have I promised? I will love You whatever happens, even though You put on twenty pounds or become afflicted with a moustache: dare I promise that?

                                                                L
This poem I wished to write was to have expressed exactly what I mean when I think the words I love You, but I cannot know exactly what I mean; it was to have been self-evidently true, but words cannot verify themselves. So this poem will remain unwritten. That doesn't matter. Tomorrow You will be arriving; if I were writing a novel in which both of us were characters, I know exactly how I should greet You at the station: – adoration in the eye; on the tongue banter and bawdry. But who knows exactly how I shall greet You? Dame Kind? Now, that's an idea. Couldn't one write a poem (slightly unpleasant, perhaps) about Her?

– W.H. Auden (1959)