Marsden Hartley Movement no. 9 1916 oil on paper, mounted on panel Walker Art Center, Minneapolis |
Marsden Hartley Pink Begonias 1928-29 oil on panel Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
Marsden Hartley Red Tree 1910 oil on board Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
Marsden Hartley Self Portrait 1908 drawing Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
Embriachi Workshop Portable Altarpiece - Virgin and Child with Saints ca. 1390-1430 carved bone and wood Nasher Museum of Art, Durham, North Carolina |
Embriachi Workshop Portable Altarpiece - Crucifixion with Saints ca. 1390-1430 carved bone and wood Nasher Museum of Art, Durham, North Carolina |
Embriachi Workshop Portable Altarpiece - Scenes from Lives of Christ and of Saints ca. 1390-1400 carved bone and wood Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York |
Embriachi Workshop Cabinet Frontal (assembled from fragments of two Embriachi caskets) ca. 1400-1410 carved bone and wood Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York |
Tirzah Garwood (Tirzah Ravilious) Cactus Plants 1930 wood-engraving private collection |
Tirzah Garwood (Tirzah Ravilious) The Crocodile ca. 1935 wood-engraving National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Tirzah Garwood (Tirzah Ravilious) The Dog Show ca. 1935 wood-engraving National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Tirzah Garwood (Tirzah Ravilious) The Train Journey 1939 wood-engraving private collection |
Thomas Faed Mother and Child ca. 1872 drawing (print study) British Museum |
Thomas Faed Study of Young Woman 1871 drawing British Museum |
Thomas Faed Study of Young Woman ca. 1850 drawing Scottish National Gallery, Edinburgh |
Thomas Faed The Old Fence before 1900 watercolor on paper Art Institute of Chicago |
from Winter Morning
1.
Today, when I woke up, I asked myself
why did Christ die? Who knows
the meaning of such questions?
It was a winter morning, unbelievably cold.
So the thoughts went on,
from each question came
another question, like a twig from a branch,
like a branch from a black trunk.
2.
At a time like this
a young woman traveled through the desert settlements
looking neither forward nor backward,
sitting in perfect composure on the tired animal
as the child stirred, still sealed in its profound attachment –
The husband walked slightly ahead, older, out of place;
increasingly, the mule stumbled, the path becoming
difficult in darkness, though they persisted
in a world like our world, not ruled
by men but by a statue in heaven –
– Louise Glück (1985)