Thursday, August 20, 2026

Visual Preferences (20th Century: 1963)

Milton Avery
Seaside Strollers
1963
oil on board
North Carolina Museum of Art, Raleigh

Edward Boccia
Marriage of Pythoness
1963
oil on canvas
Weatherspoon Art Museum, Greensboro, North Carolina

Dan Budnik
David Smith with Cubi IV and Cubi V,
Terminal Iron Works, Bolton's Landing, NY
1963
gelatin silver print
Portland Museum of Art, Maine

Paul Caponigro
Two Leaves, Brewster, New York
1963
gelatin silver print
Delaware Art Museum, Wilmington

Corneille (Guillaume Cornelis van Beverloo)
Jardin dans le soleil d'été
1963
lithograph
NSU Art Museum, Fort Lauderdale, Florida

Paul Damian
Room with Banquet Lamp
1963
oil on paper (grisaille)
Madison Museum of Contemporary Art, Wisconsin

Paul Damian
Room with French Chairs
1963
oil on paper (grisaille)
Madison Museum of Contemporary Art, Wisconsin

William Freed
Still Life - Fruit and Bottle
1963
oil on canvas
New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut

Lee Friedlander
New York City
1963
gelatin silver print
North Carolina Museum of Art, Raleigh

Philip Guston
Painting
1963
oil on board
New Orleans Museum of Art

Bits Hayden
Second Feature
1963
oil on panel
Frye Art Museum, Seattle

Barbara Hepworth
Squares with Two Circles (Monolith)
1963
bronze
Nasher Sculpture Center, Dallas

Robert Indiana
Four Numbers Summing Thirty
1963
oil on canvas
McNay Art Museum, San Antonio, Texas

Ivan Kabish
To the Mausoleum (Red Square)
1963
oil on canvas
Nasher Museum of Art, Durham, North Carolina

André Kertész
Two Friends, Jardin du Luxembourg, Paris
1963
gelatin silver print
Art Institute of Chicago

Sergio Larraín
Bar in the House of Seven Mirrors, Valparaiso, Chile
1963
gelatin silver print
Art Institute of Chicago

from Horae Canonicae

                        IV. NONES (part III)

Soon cool tramontana will stir the leaves,
     The shops will re-open at four,
The empty blue bus in the empty pink square
     Fill up and depart: we have time
To misrepresent, excuse, deny,
     Mythify, use this event
While, under a hotel bed, in prison,
     Down wrong turnings, its meaning
Waits for our lives. Sooner than we would choose
     Bread will melt, water will burn,
And the great quell begin, Abaddon
     Set up his triple gallows
At our seven gates, far Belial make
     Our wives waltz naked, meanwhile
It would be best to go home, if we have a home,
     In any case good to rest.

That our dreaming wills may seem to escape
     This dead calm, wander instead
On knife edges, on black and white squares,
      Across moss, baize, velvet, boards,
Over cracks and hillocks, in mazes
     Of string and penitent cones,
Down granite ramps and damp passages,
     Through gates that will not relatch
And doors marked Private pursued by Moors
     And watched by latent robbers,
To hostile villages at the heads of fjords,
     To dark chateaux where wind sobs
In the pine-trees and telephones ring,
     Inviting trouble, to a room,
Lit by one weak bulb, where our Double sits
     Waiting and does not look up.

That, while we are thus away, our own wronged flesh
     May work undisturbed, restoring
The order we try to destroy, the rhythm
     We spoil out of spite: valves close
And open exactly, glands secrete,
     Vessels contract and expand
At the right moment, essential fluids
     Flow to renew exhausted cells,
Not knowing quite what has happened, but awed
     By death like all the creatures
Now watching this spot, like the hawk looking down
     Without blinking, the smug hens
Passing close by in their pecking order,
     The bug whose view is balked by grass,
Or the deer who shyly from afar
     Peer through chinks in the forest.

– W.H. Auden (1954)