Sunday, February 2, 2025

Joan Brown

Joan Brown
Large Still Life with Wing
1958
oil on canvas
North Carolina Museum of Art, Raleigh

 
Joan Brown
Self Portrait
ca. 1959
oil on canvas
Yale University Art Gallery

Joan Brown
Things Fussing Around the Moon
1959
oil on canvas
Buffalo AKG Art Museum, New York

Joan Brown
Models and Cat Mobile
1961
drawing
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Joan Brown
Flora
1961
oil on canvas
Crocker Art Museum, Sacramento, California

Joan Brown
Girl in Chair
1962
oil on canvas
Los Angeles County Museum of Art

Joan Brown
Noel at Table with Vegetables
1963
oil and house-paint on canvas
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Joan Brown
Noel on a Pony with Cloud
1963
oil on canvas
Phoenix Art Museum, Arizona

Joan Brown
Still Life with Vegetables
1963
oil and house-paint on canvas
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Joan Brown
Nude, Dog, Clouds
1963
oil on canvas
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Joan Brown
Paradise Series #1, Eve with Fish and Snake
1970
oil on panel 
Seattle Art Museum

Joan Brown
Model, Artist and Cupboard
1972
gouache on paper
Carnegie Museum of Art, Pittsburgh

Joan Brown
Lamp on Table
1974
enamel on canvas
Seattle Art Museum

Joan Brown
Single Figure #2
1975
acrylic paint and gouache on paper
San Jose Museum of Art, California

Joan Brown
The Room, part 1
1975
enamel on canvas
Carnegie Museum of Art, Pittsburgh

Joan Brown
The Journey #1
1976
enamel on canvas
San Jose Museum of Art, California

Joan Brown
Golden Gate Bridge
1987
lithograph and woodcut
Carnegie Museum of Art, Pittsburgh

Reunion

It is discovered, after twenty years, they like each other,
despite enormous differences (one a psychiatrist, one a city official),
differences that could have been, that were, predicted:
differences in taste, in inclinations, and now, in wealth
(the one literary, the one entirely practical and yet
deliciously wry; the two wives cordial and mutually curious).
And this discovery is, also, discovery of the self, of new capacities:
they are, in this conversation, like the great sages,
the philosophers they used to read (never together), men
of worldly accomplishment and wisdom, speaking
with all the charm and ebullience and eager openness for which
youth is so unjustly famous. And to these have been added
a broad tolerance and generosity, a movement away from any contempt or wariness.
It is a pleasure, now, to speak of the ways in which
their lives have developed, alike in some ways, in others
profoundly different (though each, with its core of sorrow, either
implied or disclosed): to speak of the difference now,
to speak of everything that had been, once, part
of a kind of hovering terror, is to lay claim to a subject. Insofar
as theme elevates and shapes a dialogue, this one calls up in them (in its grandeur)
kindness and good will of a sort neither had seemed, before,
to possess. Time has been good to them, and now
they can discuss it together from within, so to speak,
which, before, they could not.

– Louise Glück (2001)