Thursday, April 24, 2025

Selves & Effigies

Robert Ander
Self Portrait #3
1978
gelatin silver print
Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia


Ilse Bing
Self Portrait in Mirrors
1931
gelatin silver print
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Andreas Feininger
Self Portrait
1946
gelatin silver print
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Hans Hammarskiöld
Self Portrait
ca. 1957
gelatin silver print
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

John Hertzberg
Self Portrait
ca. 1925-30
autochrome
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

John Hertzberg
Self Portrait
ca. 1925-30
gelatin silver print
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

André Kertész
Self Portrait, Paris
1927
gelatin silver print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Todd McMillan
Self Portrait
2013
cyanotype
Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney

László Moholy-Nagy
Untitled (Self Portrait)
1926
gelatin silver print
Guggenheim Museum, New York

Erwin Olaf
American Dream - Self Portrait with Alex
2018
C-print
Kunstmuseum, The Hague

Catherine Opie
Self Portrait Nursing
2004
C-print
Guggenheim Museum, New York

Jan Saudek
Self Portrait with Camera
ca. 1960-65
gelatin silver print
Art Institute of Chicago

Hiroshi Sugimoto
Portraits Series - Catherine of Aragon
1999
gelatin silver print
Guggenheim Museum, New York

Hiroshi Sugimoto
Portraits Series - Diana, Princess of Wales
1999
gelatin silver print
Guggenheim Museum, New York

Hiroshi Sugimoto
Portraits Series - Duke of Wellington
1999
gelatin silver print
Guggenheim Museum, New York

Hiroshi Sugimoto
Portraits Series - Elizabeth I
1999
gelatin silver print
Guggenheim Museum, New York

Hiroshi Sugimoto
Portraits Series - Napoleon Bonaparte
1999
gelatin silver print
Guggenheim Museum, New York

Hiroshi Sugimoto
Portraits Series - Queen Victoria
1999
gelatin silver print
Guggenheim Museum, New York

Hiroshi Sugimoto
Portraits Series - Richard I
1999
gelatin silver print
Guggenheim Museum, New York

from An Urban Convalescence

Out for a walk, after a week in bed,
I find them tearing up part of my block
And, chilled through, dazed and lonely, join the dozen
In meek attitudes, watching a huge crane
Fumble luxuriously in the filth of years.
Her jaws dribble rubble. An old man
Laughs and curses in her brain,
Bringing to mind the close of The White Goddess.

As usual in New York, everything is torn down
Before you have had time to care for it.
Head bowed, at the shrine of noise, let me try to recall
What building stood here. Was there a building at all?
I have lived on this same street for a decade.

Wait. Yes, Vaguely a presence rises
Some five floors, of shabby stone
– Or am I confusing it with another one
In another part of town, or of the world? –
And over its lintel into focus vaguely
Misted with blood (my eyes are closed)
A single garland sways, stone fruit, stone leaves,
Which years of grit had etched until it thrust
Roots down, even into the poor soil of my seeing.
When did the garland become part of me?

– James Merrill (1962)