Saturday, September 30, 2023

Dance (couples)

Anonymous German Woodworker
Dancing Couple
ca. 1850-1900
painted wood
(spinning carousel ornament)
Museum of Saxon Folk Art, Dresden

Diane Arbus
The Junior Interstate Ballroom Dance Champions, Yonkers N.Y.
1963
gelatin silver print
Milwaukee Art Museum

André Derain
At the Suresnes Ball
1903
oil on canvas
Saint Louis Museum of Art

Howard Kanovitz
Dance
1965-66
oil on canvas
Los Angeles County Museum of Art

Robert Mapplethorpe
Dance
1990
gelatin silver print
Los Angeles County Museum of Art

Harry Sternberg
The Dance
1932
etching and aquatint
Philadelphia Museum of Art

Thomas Miles Richardson the Younger
A Spanish Dance
1850
drawing, with watercolor
Victoria & Albert Museum, London

Charles Williams
Waltzing in Courtship
1815
hand-colored etching
British Museum

Judith Spector Clancy
Ballet
ca. 1945
gouache on paper
Fine Arts Museums of San Francisco
(Achenbach Foundation)

Laurie Wilson
Ballet Couple against Green Curtain
ca. 1950
gelatin silver print
National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne

Laurie Wilson
Ballet Couple in Australian Landscape
ca. 1950
gelatin silver print
National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne

Raoul Dufy
La Danse (Le voyage aux îles)
1910
woodcut
Cleveland Museum of Art, Ohio

Eugène-Louis Lami
Alfred de Musset dancing with a Partner
1828
drawing, with watercolor
Morgan Library, New York

Laurie & Whittle
Follies of the Day
1798
hand-colored mezzotint with etching
British Museum

Jacques Lowe
Young People Dancing 
1959
gelatin silver print
Minneapolis Institute of Art

Cornel Lucas
Robert Helpmann and Moira Shearer
1947
bromide print
National Portrait Gallery, London

Maurice Ravel

That in the living, the fastening
seashells onto skyscrapers, syncopating
the lozenges, oh beauty! indestructible
you have become by his hands.

The harmful distances of silence
somewhat abated, he can finally rest
in your brain companioned by tempestuous 
thoughts, walking him up and down,

waltzing him round, always with
love and discrimination self-taught.
Removing the silencer from the gun
he shot agates into your eyes, fell

upon the weak cries of infants
with leonine roars from backyard fences
and did not falter before the bolero's
dumb desert. His wrist dripped oases.

If, at the untellable hour of quiet,
he had not put fingernail to
waterglass, what trees we'd've
turned to! fugitive, quivering.

– Frank O'Hara (1926-1966)