Sunday, August 20, 2023

Trees (scarred)

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)