Sunday, October 4, 2026

Visual Preferences (20th Century: 1985)

Cindy Sherman
Untitled
1985
C-print
Akron Art Museum, Ohio

Frank Stella
Gobba, Zoppa e Collotorto
1985
painted magnesium and aluminum
Art Institute of Chicago

Gerhard Richter
Station (577-2)
1985
oil on canvas
North Carolina Museum of Art, Raleigh

Doreen Minuto
A Moment in Time
1985
oil on board
(illustration for paperback cover)
New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut

Anne Noggle
Carol and Arnold Jolles
1985
gelatin silver print
Tacoma Art Museum, Washington State

Jedd Garet
Wondrous Orbs of Life
1985
lithograph
Los Angeles County Museum of Art

Richard Slee
Flower
1985
glazed earthenware
Art Institute of Chicago

Alain Kirili
Generations
1985
forged and painted iron
Nasher Sculpture Center, Dallas

Dianne Blell
Eros & Psyche
1985
C-print
New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut

Emilio Sánchez
Looking West from My Studio
1985
oil on canvas
Fralin Museum of Art, Charlottesville, Virginia

Emilio Sánchez
Lauderdale Hotel
1985
oil on canvas
NSU Art Museum, Fort Lauderdale, Florida

Francis Dennis Ramsay
Untitled
1985
tempera on panel
Frye Art Museum, Seattle

Julian Schnabel
A Boy From Naples
1985
aquatint, etching and lithograph
Dallas Museum of Art

John Fraser
Page 196
1985
collage on paper
McNay Art Museum, San Antonio, Texas

Ad Gerritsen
In Reference to the Book of Wisdom II
1985
oil on canvas
Kunstmuseum, The Hague

William Hawkins
Perkins Mansion
1985
enamel on board
Akron Art Museum, Ohio

from Bucolics

Sylvan meant savage in those primal woods
Piero di Cosimo so loved to draw,
Where nudes, bears, lions, sows with women's heads,
Mounted and murdered and ate each other raw,
Nor thought the lightning-kindled bush to tame
But, flabbergasted, fled the useful flame. 

Reduced in patches, owned by hunting squires,
Of villages with ovens and a stocks,
They whispered still of most unsocial fires,
Though Crown and Mitre warned their silly flocks
The pasture's humdrum rhythms to approve
And to abhor the licence of the grove.

Guilty intention still looks for a hotel
That wants no details and surrenders none;
A wood is that, and throws in charm as well,
And many a semi-innocent, undone,
Has blamed its nightingales who round the deed
Sang with such sweetness of a happy greed.

Those birds, of course, did nothing of the sort,
And, as for sylvan nature, if you take
A snapshot at a picnic, O how short
And lower-ordery the Gang will look
By those vast lives that never took another
And are not scared of gods, ghosts, or stepmother.

– W.H. Auden (1952)