John Blakemore Wounds of Trees 1970 gelatin silver print Yale Center for British Art |
Jasper Francis Cropsey Blasted Tree 1850 oil on canvas Art Institute of Chicago |
William Blake The Blasted Tree 1821 wood-engraving (illustration to the Pastorals of Virgil) Cleveland Museum of Art, Ohio |
Cornelius Varley A Tree Struck by Lightning ca. 1830 wash drawing Yale Center for British Art |
John P. Soule Ice Tree, Luna Island ca. 1865 albumen silver prints (stereograph) Getty Museum, Los Angeles |
attributed to William Grundy Gnarled Tree ca. 1857-59 hand-colored albumen silver prints (stereograph) Getty Museum, Los Angeles |
Carl Wilhelm Kolbe the Elder Landscape with Gnarled Tree before 1835 etching Yale University Art Gallery |
Mary Delany Hollow Tree 1767 drawing Yale Center for British Art |
Georges Michel Study of Hollow Tree-Trunk before 1843 watercolor Morgan Library, New York |
Rembrandt St Jerome beside a Pollard Willow 1648 etching and drypoint Victoria & Albert Museum, London |
Richard Roland Holst Pollard Willow before 1938 drawing Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam |
Abraham Bloemaert Pollard Willows ca. 1620 drawing Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York |
Anonymous German Artist Tree Stump 17th century marble Gemäldegalerie, Dresden |
Johann Christian Reinhart Study of Tree Roots in the Park of Palazzo Chigi, Ariccia 1819 drawing British Museum |
Monica Poole Root 1977 wood-engraving Victoria & Albert Museum, London |
Roelant Savery Study of a Tree ca. 1606-1607 drawing Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York |
from The Mask Now
Dying, Dad wanted sunscreen. Nonstop. Frantic if withheld. Would say
screen, and we just did it. Knew he was dying. Was angry.
In last weeks wore red sleepmask over eyes day and night. Would
ride it up onto his forehead for brief intervals, then down, pulled by
hand that still worked. A bit. Sometimes shaking too much so just
cried eyes. Cried now now. Once cried out light – more like a hiss – was
there for that. Yanked it quick. Needed it so badly, the bandage, the
world is a short place, wanted the illustration of it gone, wanted to not
see out, wanted no out. But I am guessing. . . .
– Jorie Graham (2016)