Sunday, November 12, 2023

Visual Relics (2000-2018)

Alec Soth
Adelyn - Ash Wednesday, New Orleans, La.
2000
C-print
Milwaukee Art Museum

Alec Soth
Dallas City, Illinois
2002
C-print
Minneapolis Institute of Art

Alec Soth
Falls #26
2005
C-print
Minneapolis Institute of Art

Alec Soth
Lightbulb in Woods
2006
inkjet-print
Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City, Missouri

Alec Soth
Photographer Nancy Rexroth
2018
inkjet print
Cincinnati Art Museum

Jacques Garnier and Douglas McCulloh
Christian (San Clemente, CA)
2000
C-print
Los Angeles County Museum of Art

Jacques Garnier and Douglas McCulloh
Omar (San Clemente, CA)
2000
C-print
Los Angeles County Museum of Art

Aude de Pasquier Grall
Rounded Young Man (Male Cycle)
2001-2004
video still
Brooklyn Museum

Aude de Pasquier Grall
Young Man with Orange (Male Cycle)
2001-2004
video still
Brooklyn Museum

Aude de Pasquier Grall
Young Man with Plums (Male Cycle)
2001-2004
video still
Brooklyn Museum

Thomas Struth
Audience 1 (Galleria dell'Accademia, Florence)
2004
C-print
Minneapolis Institute of Art

Larry Fink
The Oscars
2005
inkjet print
Cleveland Museum of Art

Duane Michals
A great wave of melancholy swept over Tanya
2005
C-print
Cincinnati Art Museum

Edward Burtynsky
Iberia Quarries #2, Bencatel, Portugal
2006
C-print
Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City, Missouri

Edward Burtynsky
Iberia Quarries #8, Pardais, Portugal
2006
C-print
Phillips Collection, Washington DC

David Teplica
Male Torso #5
ca. 2010
gold-platinum print
Minneapolis Institute of Art

Jillian Edelstein
Artists Fiona Banner (The Vanity Pres) and
Bob & Roberta Smith (Patrick Brill)

2012
pigment print
National Portrait Gallery, London

Kandinsky's Night

The blue half-moon overhead glides by like a skate
While, as if underwater, a girl with the stare
Of a sunken ship's figurehead combs
Her flowing green hair. 
Unmoving, a witch moves, a vacant rocking-chair,
Saying, Never mind, it's too late.

A little girl clutches the pretty one's dress.
Her hair glows like a seashell, her face is a pearl,
She can't understand the low murmur she hears
Nor the hypnotic swirl
Of the changing seafloor where pink plumes unfurl
Like reaching arms, like the eroding caress

That could swallow a ship, that prods the whale waking
Stretched out on the beach; that so changes your face
You're aghast before the glass;
That quickens the pace
In the traveler's nightmare of running in place:
That fabled hag's Never mind. The unmaking.  

– Gjertrud Schnackenberg (1974)