Monday, September 7, 2026

Visual Preferences (20th Century: 1972)

Robert Mangold
Distorted Circle within a Polygon
1972
acrylic paint and graphite on canvas
Weatherspoon Art Museum, Greensboro, North Carolina

Peter Max
Satichananda Guru, Teacher of Light
1972
screenprint
Wichita Art Museum, Kansas

Alice Neel
Vera Beckerhoff
1972
oil on canvas
Institute of Contemporary Art, Boston

Georgia O'Keeffe
Black Rock with Blue Sky and White Clouds
1972
oil on canvas
Art Institute of Chicago

Claes Oldenburg
Proposal for a Feasible Monument in the Form of Melting Butter
1972
watercolor and crayon on paper
Seattle Art Museum

Nathan Oliveira
Smiling Head
1972
oil on canvas
Wichita Art Museum, Kansas 

Stephen Posen
Untitled, from Documenta
1972
lithograph
NSU Art Museum, Fort Lauderdale, Florida

Jan Sæther
Portrait of actor Nils Ole Oftebro
1972
oil on canvas
Nasjonalmuseet, Oslo

Frank Stella
Nasielk IV
1972
varnished ash
Art Institute of Chicago

 Hans Krondahl for Katja of Sweden
Lagoon
1972
screen-printed cotton fabric panel
Art Institute of Chicago

Julian Trevelyan
Rowers
1972
etching and aquatint
Fralin Museum of Art, Charlottesville, Virginia

Andy Warhol
Mao
1972
screenprint and acrylic paint on linen
Art Institute of Chicago

Andy Warhol
Mao
1972
screenprint on paper
NSU Art Museum, Fort Lauderdale, Florida

Andy Warhol
Mao
1972
screenprints on paper
Orange County Museum of Art, Costa Mesa, California

Shedrich Williams
Untitled
1972
gelatin silver print
Tacoma Art Museum, Washington State

Jack Youngerman
Untitled
1972
screenprint
Lowe Art Museum, University of Miami

The Old Man's Road

Across the Great Schism, through our whole landscape,
Ignoring God's Vicar and God's Ape,

Under their noses, unsuspected,
The Old Man's Road runs as it did 

When a light subsoil, a simple ore
Were still in vogue: true to His wherefore,

By stiles, gates, hedge-gaps it goes
Over ploughland, woodland, cow meadows,

Past shrines to a cosmological myth
No heretic today would be caught dead with,

Near hill-top rings that were so safe then,
Now stormed easily by small children

(Shepherds use bits in the high mountains,
Hamlets take stretches for Lovers' Lanes),

Then through cities threads its odd way,
Now without gutters, a Thieves' Alley,

Now with green lamp-posts and white curb,
The smart Crescent of a high-toned suburb,

Giving wide berth to an old Cathedral,
Running smack through a new Town Hall,

Unlookable for, by logic, by guess:
Yet some strike it, and are struck fearless.

No life can know it, but no life
That sticks to this course can be made captive,

And who wander with it, are not stopped at
Borders by guards of some Theocrat,

Crossing the pass so almost where
His searchlight squints but no closer

(And no further where it might by chance):
So in summer sometimes, without hindrance,

Apotropaically scowling, a tinker
Shuffles past, in the waning year

Potters a coleopterist, poking
Through yellow leaves, and a youth in spring

Trots by after a new excitement,
His true self, hot on the scent.

The Old Man leaves his Road to those
Who love it no less since it lost purpose,

Who never ask what History is up to,
So cannot act as if they knew:

Assuming a freedom its Powers deny,
Denying its Powers, they pass freely.

– W.H. Auden (1955)