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