Arp

Hans (Jean) Arp
Fleur Marteau
1916
painted wood relief
Kunstmuseum, The Hague

Hans (Jean) Arp
Croix Collage
1917
screenprint
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Hans (Jean) Arp
Overturned Blue Shoe with Two Heels under a Black Vault
ca. 1925
painted wood relief
Peggy Guggenheim Collection, Venice

Hans (Jean) Arp
Head and Shell
ca. 1933
brass
Peggy Guggenheim Collection, Venice

Hans (Jean) Arp
Shell Crystal
1938
plaster
Guggenheim Museum, New York

Hans (Jean) Arp
Constellation
ca. 1938
linocut
Detroit Institute of Arts

Hans (Jean) Arp
Vue et Entendue
1942
copper alloy
Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City, Missouri

Hans (Jean) Arp
Configuration Méditerranéenne
1949
lithograph
Detroit Institute of Arts

Hans (Jean) Arp
Evocation d'une Forme Humaine, Lunaraire, Spectrale
1950
bronze
Brooklyn Museum

Hans (Jean) Arp
Pistil
1950
plaster
Detroit Institute of Arts

Hans (Jean) Arp
Constellation
1951
lithograph
Kunstmuseum, The Hague

Hans (Jean) Arp
Avant d'être Musique
1953
woodcut
Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City, Missouri

Hans (Jean) Arp
Star
1958
copper
Kunstmuseum, The Hague

Hans (Jean) Arp
Homme vu par une Fleur
1958
bronze
Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen, Rotterdam

Hans (Jean) Arp
Entre Feuille et Oiseau
1959
black granite on white stone
Detroit Institute of Arts

Hans (Jean) Arp
Helmeted Head II
1959
bronze
Phillips Collection, Washington DC

Hans (Jean) Arp
Demeter
1961
plaster
Detroit Institute of Arts

Hans (Jean) Arp
Torso of a Giant
1964
bronze
Detroit Institute of Arts

Hans (Jean) Arp
Poupée Basset
1965
bronze
Art Institute of Chicago

Hans (Jean) Arp
De la Famille des Étoiles
1965
lithograph
Detroit Institute of Arts

from An Adventure

1.

It came to me one night as I was falling asleep

that I had finished with those amorous adventures

to which I had long been a slave. Finished with love?

my heart murmured. To which I responded that many profound discoveries

awaited us, hoping, at the same time, I would not be asked

to name them. For I could not name them. But the belief that they existed –

surely this counted for something?

2. 

The next night brought the same thought,

this time concerning poetry, and in the nights that followed

various other passions and sensations were, in the same way,

set aside forever, and each night my heart

protested its future, like a small child being deprived of a favorite toy.

But these farewells, I said, are the way of things.

And once more I alluded to the vast territory

opening to us with each valediction. And with that phrase I became

a glorious knight riding into the setting sun, and my heart

became the steed underneath me.

3. 

I was, you will understand, entering the kingdom of death,

though why this landscape was so conventional

I could not say. Here, too, the days were very long

while the years were very short.

– Louise Glück (2014)