Sunday, January 5, 2025

Briefly Alive, Everlastingly Appropriated

Fritz Syberg
Mullein Blossoms
1898
oil on canvas
Ordrupgaard Art Museum, Copenhagen

John La Farge
Roses on a Tray
1861
oil on Japanese lacquer panel
Carnegie Museum of Art, Pittsburgh

Jacob Marrel
Still Life with Flowers
ca. 1650
oil on panel
Hamburger Kunsthalle

Robert Caumont
Cascade of Roses
1914
drawing
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Bordeaux

Camille Pissarro
Blossoming Plum Trees, Éragny
1894
oil on canvas
Ordrupgaard Art Museum, Copenhagen

Emil Nolde
Red and Yellow Roses
1907
oil on canvas
Museum Ludwig, Cologne

Henri Le Sidaner
Rose Garden at Twilight
1923
oil on canvas
John and Mable Ringling Museum of Art, Sarasota

Isaak Soreau
Still Life with Tulips, Strawberries, Grapes and Cherries
ca. 1625
oil on copper
National Gallery, Athens

Theodor Aman
Still Life with Roses
ca. 1860-70
oil on canvas
Romanian National Museum of Art, Bucharest

Emil Nolde
Tulips
1915
oil on canvas
Museum Ludwig, Cologne

Barbara Regina Dietzsch
Tulip with Butterfly and Cockchafer
ca. 1750
gouache on paper
Hamburger Kunsthalle

John La Farge
Camellias in a Japanese Pot
1879
watercolor on paper
Rhode Island School of Design, Providence

Emil Rudolf Weiss
Still Life with Roses
1906
oil on canvas
Museum Ludwig, Cologne

Moïse Kisling
Irises
1936-37
oil on canvas
Museum Ludwig, Cologne

Max Ernst
Flowers on Yellow Ground
1929
oil on canvas
Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna

Stephan Bundi
Weisse Rose
(opera by Udo Zimmermann)
2008
screenprint (poster)
Museum Folkwang, Essen

from Little Lesson on How to Be 

The woman at the Salvation Army who sorts and prices is in her eighties
and she underestimates the value of everything, for which I am grateful.

Lightly used snow suits, size 2T, are $6 and snow boots are $3.

There is a little girl, maybe seven, fiddling with a tea set. Her mother
inspects drapes for stains.

Sometimes the very old and lonely are looking for an opening.

She glances up from her pricing and says something about the tea set
and a baby doll long ago.

I am careful not to make eye contact, but the mother with drapes has
such softness in her shoulders and her face and she knows how to say
the perfect kind thing – "What a wonderful mother you had."

"Yes, she was."

Why do children sometimes notice us and sometimes not?

From the bin of dolls: "What happened to your mother?"

– Kathryn Nuemberger (2011)