Friday, April 4, 2025

Chamberlain

John Chamberlain
Redwing
1960
welded and painted steel
Walker Art Center, Minneapolis


John Chamberlain
Huzzy
1961
welded and painted steel
Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City, Missouri

John Chamberlain
Clyde
1961
welded and painted steel
Walker Art Center, Minneapolis

John Chamberlain
Dolores James
1962
welded and painted steel
Guggenheim Museum, New York

John Chamberlain
Jackpot
1962
welded and painted steel
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

John Chamberlain
Jim
1962
welded and painted steel
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

John Chamberlain
Sweet William
1962
welded and painted steel
Los Angeles County Museum of Art

John Chamberlain
Untitled
1962
relief of painted paper, fabric and sheet-metal on panel
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

John Chamberlain
Velvet White
1962
welded and painted steel
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

John Chamberlain
Kora
1963
welded and painted steel
Tate Modern, London

John Chamberlain
Fancy
ca. 1963
welded and painted steel
Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia

John Chamberlain
Untitled
1963
lithograph
Princeton University Art Museum

John Chamberlain
Untitled
1963
screenprint on acetate
Carnegie Museum of Art, Pittsburgh

John Chamberlain
Box Candy
1974
welded and painted steel
Saint Louis Art Museum

John Chamberlain
Dancing Duke
1974
welded and painted steel
Dallas Museum of Art

John Chamberlain
Flashback #2
1977
lithograph
Cincinnati Art Museum, Ohio

John Chamberlain
Installation Model for McNamara's Band
1979
mixed-media construction
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

John Chamberlain
Toots Wheat
1989
welded and painted steel
Seattle Art Museum

from Hôtel de l'Univers et Portugal
 
The strange bed, whose recurrent dream we are,
Basin, and shutters guarding with their latch
The hour of arrivals, the reputed untouched Square.
Bleakly with ever fewer belongings we watch
And have never, it each time seems, so coldly before

Steeped the infant membrane of our clinging
In a strange city's clear grave acids;
Or thought how like a pledge the iron key-ring
Slid overboard, one weighty calm at Rhodes,
Down to the vats of its eventual rusting.

                 *            *           *

Bare room, bleak problem set for space, 
Fold us ever and over in less identity
Than six walls hold, the oval mirror face
Showing us vacantly how to become only
Bare room, mere air, no hour and no place,

Lodging of chance, and bleak as all beginning.
We had begun perhaps to lack a starlit Square.
But now our very poverties are dissolving,
Are swallowed up, strong powders to ensure
Sleep, by a strange bed in the dark of dreaming.

– James Merrill (1959)