Thursday, August 6, 2026

Young

Jan Soens
Self Portrait held by the Artist's Sons
ca. 1610
oil on canvas
Gallerie degli Uffizi, Florence


Elisabetta Sirani
Infant St John the Baptist in the Wilderness
1664
oil on canvas
Scottish National Gallery, Edinburgh

Jan Steen
The Children's Meal
ca. 1665
oil on panel
Nivågård Museum, Denmark

attributed to Bernard Perrot
Putto as Table Decoration
(part of a suite)
ca. 1685
glass
Musée du Louvre

James Ross and John Thomson
A Happy Dream
ca. 1862-63
albumen print
Loeb Art Center, Vassar College,
Poughkeepsie, New York

Julia Margaret Cameron
Portrait of Kate Keown
1866
albumen silver print from glass negative
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

Ignacio Pinazo Camarlench
Portrait of Pepito, the Artist's Son
1880
oil on canvas
Museo de Bellas Artes de Valencia, Spain

John Sloan
Young Boy
1896
oil on canvas
Milwaukee Art Museum, Wisconsin

Edward Steichen
Katherine Eunice Starr
1907
autochrome
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

Maurice Prendergast
Portrait of a Boy
ca. 1910
oil on canvas
Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City, Missouri

Tina Modotti
Untitled
ca. 1927-28
gelatin silver print
San Francisco Museum of Modern Art

Irving Penn
New York Child
1949
gelatin silver print
Fine Arts Museums of San Francisco (Achenbach Foundation)

Ralph Eugene Meatyard
Figure with Dolls
1959
gelatin silver print
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Philip Pearlstein
Portrait of the artist's daughter Ellen
1969
oil on canvas
Milwaukee Art Museum, Wisconsin

Herbert Randall
Untitled
1970
gelatin silver print
Loeb Art Center, Vassar College, Poughkeepsie, New York

Julian Opie
Untitled
ca. 2005
screenprint
Loeb Art Center, Vassar College, Poughkeepsie, New York

Nora Othic
Boy with Livestock
2019
oil on canvas
Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City, Missouri

Evening.  A slick and unctuous Time
Has sold us yet another shop-soiled day,
Patently rusty, not even in a gaudy box.
I have dusted the six small rooms:
The parlour, once the magnificent image of my freedom,
And the bedroom, which once held for me
The mysterious languors of Egypt and the terrifying Indias.
The delivery vans have paid their brief impersonal visits.
I have eaten a scrappy lunch from a plate on my knee.
I have spoken with acquaintances in the Stores;
Under our treble gossip heard the menacing throb of our hearts
As I hear them now, as all of us hear them,
Standing at our stoves in these villas, expecting our husbands:
The drums of an enormous and routed army,
Throbbing raggedly, fitfully, scatteredly, madly.
We are lost.  We are lost.

– W.H. Auden (1936)