Visual Preferences (20th Century: 1999)

Charlie White
L.A. Fitness, Hollywood
1999
C-print
Los Angeles County Museum of Art

Robin Smith
Seated Woman
1999
oil on canvas
New Britain Museum of American Art,
Connecticut

William Eggleston
Untitled CA
1999
inkjet print
Los Angeles County Museum of Art

Eric Bashor
Robert Fucci I
1999
oil on canvas, mounted on panel
Tacoma Art Museum, Washington State

Eric Bashor
Robert Fucci III
1999
oil on canvas, mounted on panel
Tacoma Art Museum, Washington State

Eric Bashor
Robert Fucci IV
1999
oil on canvas, mounted on panel
Tacoma Art Museum, Washington State

Leonard Baskin
Self Portrait at age 76
1999
color woodblock print
Farnsworth Art Museum, Rockland, Maine

Eldon Garnet
Fracture #4
1999
C-print
Art Gallery of Greater Victoria, British Columbia

Larry Gianettino
Psychotic Duck
1999
C-print
Los Angeles County Museum of Art

Katharina Fritsch
Silver Ball
1999
plastic
Walker Art Center, Minneapolis

Mary Ellen Mark
Tiny at thirty on the beach with her 5 children, Seattle
1999
gelatin silver print
Akron Art Museum, Ohio

Martin Parr
Fashion Shot for Amica Magazine
1999
C-print
Art Institute of Chicago

Neo Rauch
Tal
1999
oil on canvas
Museum de Fundatie, Zwolle, Netherlands

Wilson Shieh
Musical Bodies: Banjo
1999
gouache on gold paper
Asian Art Museum, San Francisco

Wilson Shieh
Musical Bodies: Harp
1999
gouache on gold paper
Asian Art Museum, San Francisco

Raimonds Staprans
The Two Gesso Cans
1999
oil on canvas
San Jose Museum of Art, California

from Part One of The Age of Anxiety 

Malin thought:

     Untalkative and tense, we took off

     Anxious into the air; our instruments glowed,

     Dials in darkness, for dawn was not yet;

     Pulses pounded; we approached our target,

     Conscious in common of our closed Here
     And of Them out There, thinking of Us

     In a different dream, for we die in theirs
     Who kill in ours and become fathers,
     Not twisting tracks their trigger hands are

     Given goals by; we began our run;

     Death and damage darted at our will,

     Bullets were about, blazing anger

     Lunged from below, but we laid our eggs
     Neatly in their nest, a nice deposit,

     Hatched in an instant; houses flamed in

     Shuddering sheets as we shed our big
     Tears on their town: we turned to come back,
     But at high altitudes, hostile brains
     Waited in the west, a wily flock
     Vowed to vengeance in the vast morning,

     – A mild morning where no marriage was,
     And gravity a god greater than love –

     Fierce interferers. We fought them off
     But paid a price; there was pain for some.
     "Why have they killed me?" wondered our Bert, our

     Greenhouse gunner, forgot our answer,
     Then was not with us. We watched others
     Drop into death; dully we mourned each
     Flare as it fell with a friend's lifetime,

     While we hurried on to our home bases
     To the safe smells and a sacrament
     Of tea with toast. At twenty to eight I
     Stepped onto the grass, still with the living,
     While far and near a fioritura

     Of brooks and blackbirds bravely struck the

     International note with no sense

     Of historic truth, of time meaning
     Once and for all, and my watch stuttered: –

     Many have perished; more will.

– W.H. Auden (1944-46)