Edna Boies Hopkins Canoes ca. 1917-18 color woodblock print National Gallery of Art, Washington DC |
Edna Boies Hopkins Butterflies ca. 1914-15 color woodblock print Cincinnati Art Museum, Ohio |
Edna Boies Hopkins Eucalyptus 1909 color woodblock print New York Public Library |
Edna Boies Hopkins Fuchsias ca. 1910 color woodblock print National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa |
Paul Hübner Leda and the Swan before 1614 bronze plaquette National Gallery of Art, Washington DC |
Paul Hübner Venus and Cupid before 1614 bronze plaquette National Gallery of Art, Washington DC |
Paul Hübner Tazza (with the Arms of Count von Thun of Bavaria) ca. 1595-1600 silver gilt British Museum |
Paul Hübner Set of Tazzas (with the Arms of Count von Thun of Bavaria) ca. 1595-1600 silver gilt British Museum |
Thomas Eakins The Thinker - Portrait of Louis N. Kenton 1900 oil on canvas Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York |
Thomas Eakins The Zither Player 1876 watercolor on paper Art Institute of Chicago |
Thomas Eakins The Artist's Wife and his Setter Dog ca. 1884-89 oil on canvas Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York |
Thomas Eakins The Champion - Single Sculls 1871 oil on canvas Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York |
Gerrit Rietveld Zigzag Chair 1934 wood Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen, Rotterdam |
Gerrit Rietveld Zigzag Chair 1938 painted wood Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen, Rotterdam |
Gerrit Rietveld Berlin Chair 1923 painted wood Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen, Rotterdam |
Gerrit Rietveld Red and Blue Chair 1918 painted wood Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen, Rotterdam |
from The Witnesses
Young men late in the night
Toss in their beds,
Their pillows do not comfort
Their uneasy heads,
Their pillows do not comfort
Their uneasy heads,
The lot that decides their fate
Is cast to-morrow,
One must depart and face
Danger and sorrow.
Is it me? Is it me?
Look in your heart and see:
There lies the answer.
Though the heart like a clever
Conjuror or dancer
Deceive you often with many
A curious sleight,
And motives like stowaways
Are found too late.
There lies the answer.
Though the heart like a clever
Conjuror or dancer
Deceive you often with many
A curious sleight,
And motives like stowaways
Are found too late.
What shall he do, whose heart
Chooses to depart?
Chooses to depart?
He shall against his peace
Feel his heart harden,
Envy the heavy birds
At home in a garden,
At home in a garden,
For walk he must the empty
Selfish journey
Between the needless risk
And the endless safety.
Will he safe and sound
Return to his own ground?
Clouds and lions stand
Before him dangerous,
And the hostility of dreams.
Then let him honour Us,
Lest he should be ashamed
In the hour of crisis,
In the valley of corrosion
Tarnish his brightness.
Who are You, whose speech
Sounds far out of reach?
Sounds far out of reach?
– W.H. Auden (ca. 1934)