Ferdinando Galli-Bibiena Stage Setting with a Ballet in Progress ca. 1690-1710 drawing Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York |
Everett Shinn Keith's, Union Square ca. 1902-1906 oil on canvas Brooklyn Museum |
Maurice Sterne Entrance of the Ballet ca. 1904 oil on canvas Detroit Institute of Arts |
Ernst Oppler Russian Ballet ca. 1910-15 etching Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York |
Max Weber Russian Ballet 1916 oil on canvas Brooklyn Museum |
Ethelbert White Finale of Parade (Ballets Russes costumes and sets by Picasso) ca. 1925 hand-colored print Victoria & Albert Museum, London |
Ilse Bing Scene from L'Errante (ballet by George Balanchine) 1933 gelatin silver print Cleveland Museum of Art, Ohio |
Alexey Brodovitch Untitled (from Ballet Series) ca. 1933-35 gelatin silver print Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia |
Andreas Duncan Carse Stage Setting ca. 1935 oil on canvas Reading Museum, Berkshire |
Spencer Shier Ballet Performance 1939 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne |
Philippe Halsman Untitled 1944 gelatin silver print Brooklyn Museum |
Adrian Siegel Sadler's Wells Ballet ca. 1945-50 gelatin silver print Philadelphia Museum of Art |
Charles Mozley The Ballet 1946 lithograph Tate Gallery |
Michael Yates Baker Theatre Interior with a Ballet in Progress ca. 1950 oil on canvas King's College, London |
Podi Lawrence Scene from Swan Lake 1996 oil on canvas Wycombe Swan Theatre, Buckinghamshire |
Lisa Kereszi Julie onstage with Feather Fans, Henry Miller's Theater, Times Square, NYC 2000 C-print Princeton University Art Museum |
from Augustus
Jet pears hung squalidly against the drapes
and his fingertips glistened with frost.
The orange sun melted his nape.
In his drafty palace, there lived a statue
and over the palace Augustus sent his vines,
cerise cries in the white air.
Tender little shots rang out.
Waterfalls swelled and kissed before him,
knelt and screamed as crowns spun
through the night, the night of Augustus
which was like an army of marauders,
unceasing and full of insight,
the dashing snow! the pure! the fierce! the free!
and the waterfalls were still as flames.
– Frank O'Hara (1926-1966)