Saturday, March 1, 2025

Clyfford Still

Clyfford Still
1945 K
1945
oil on canvas
Buffalo AKG Art Museum, New York

 
Clyfford Still
1946 H (Indian Red and Black)
1946
oil on canvas
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Clyfford Still
September 1946
1946
oil on canvas
Buffalo AKG Art Museum, New York

Clyfford Still
January 1947
1947
oil on canvas
Buffalo AKG Art Museum, New York

Clyfford Still
1947-8 A
1947-48
oil on canvas
Buffalo AKG Art Museum, New York

Clyfford Still
1947-8 W No. 2
1947-48
oil on canvas
Buffalo AKG Art Museum, New York

Clyfford Still
January 1948
1948
oil on canvas
Buffalo AKG Art Museum, New York

Clyfford Still
July 1948
1948
oil on canvas
Buffalo AKG Art Museum, New York

Clyfford Still
1950 B
1950
oil on canvas
Phillips Collection, Washington DC

Clyfford Still
Untitled
1950
oil on canvas
Walker Art Center, Minneapolis

Clyfford Still
October 1950
1950
oil on canvas
Buffalo AKG Art Museum, New York

Clyfford Still
1951 E
1951
oil on canvas
Buffalo AKG Art Museum, New York

Clyfford Still
1952 No. 2
1952
oil on canvas
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Clyfford Still
1953
1953
oil on canvas
Tate Modern, London

Clyfford Still
PH 143
1955
oil on canvas
Los Angeles County Museum of Art

Clyfford Still
Untitled
1956
oil on canvas
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Clyfford Still
1957 D No. 1
1957
oil on canvas
Buffalo AKG Art Museum, New York

Clyfford Still
1958
1958
oil on canvas
Art Institute of Chicago

Clyfford Still
April 1962
1962
oil on canvas
Buffalo AKG Art Museum, New York

Clyfford Still
1963 A
1963
oil on canvas
Buffalo AKG Art Museum, New York

Clyfford Still
Untitled
1964
oil on canvas
Dallas Museum of Art

Sunset

At the same time as the sun's setting,
a farm worker's burning dead leaves.

It's nothing, this fire. 
It's a small thing, controlled,
like a family run by a dictator.

Still, when it blazes up, the farm worker disappears;
from the road, he's invisible.

Compared to the sun, all the fires here
are short-lived, amateurish –
they end when the leaves are gone.
Then the farm worker reappears, raking the ashes.

But the death is real.
As though the sun's done what it came to do,
made the field grow, then
inspired the burning of earth.

So it can set now.

– Louise Glück (2009)