Friday, May 23, 2025

Appearing to Recede/Advance - III

Félix Vallotton
Interior with Woman in Red
1903
oil on canvas
Kunsthaus, Zürich

Heinrich Hübner
Interior, Schloss Paretz
ca. 1908-1909
oil on canvas
Alte Nationalgalerie, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin

Lars Jorde
Kitchen at Smestad
ca. 1903-1904
oil on canvas
Lillehammer Kunstmuseum, Norway

Ida Lorentzen
Room with a View II
ca. 1989-90
oil on canvas
Nasjonalmuseet, Oslo

Henri van Dyck
Interior of the Academy Museum, Antwerp
1886
oil on canvas
Royal Museum of Fine Arts, Antwerp

Karl Bennewitz von Löfen the Younger
Interior, Alte Gemäldegalerie, Berlin
ca. 1880-84
oil on canvas
Alte Nationalgalerie, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin

Gunnar Sundgren
Untitled (Antique Sculpture)
ca. 1950
gelatin silver print
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

David Douglas Duncan
Picasso in the Studio
1957
gelatin silver print
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Eugène Atget
Staircase in the Rag Pickers' Quarter, Paris
ca. 1926
albumen print
Museum Folkwang, Essen

Andrea di Bartolo
Nativity of the Virgin
ca. 1400-1405
tempera on panel
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Carl Grossberg
Still Life - The Elements
1931
oil on canvas
Von der Heydt Museum, Wuppertal

Hugo Paul Harrer
Theater of Marcellus in Rome
1876
oil on canvas
Alte Nationalgalerie, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin

Boris Ignatovich
The Hermitage, Leningrad
ca. 1929
gelatin silver print
Museum Ludwig, Cologne

Helge Krøvel-Velle
Sheet 5
1973
lithograph
Sogn og Fjordane Kunstmuseum, Norway

Georgi Selma
Exercising in Red Square
1931
gelatin silver print
Museum Ludwig, Cologne

Arthur Tress
Girl in Mask, Rhinebeck, New York
1975
gelatin silver print
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

They Are Wicked

They are wicked, I'm sure of that, 
but they are gentle. Some of them
sit with me every day in my boat
holding their rods over the side.

They never show me what they pull
up from the deep dark under us
although I ask them many clever
questions. Then they beach my boat
on the dry sand and climb out.

No, no, they murmur, please
don't get up.  And they walk away.

– Ernest Sandeen (1977)