Saturday, May 3, 2025

George Segal

George Segal
Man on a Bicycle
1961
plaster, bicycle
Moderna Museet, Stockholm


George Segal
The Dry-Cleaning Store
1964
plaster, wood, accessories
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

George Segal
The Tar Roofer
1964
plaster, wood, accessories
Walker Art Center, Minneapolis

George Segal
Reclining Blue Nude
1964
pastel on paper
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

George Segal
Red Nude and Chair
1964
pastel on paper
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

George Segal
The Diner
1964-66
plaster, furniture, accessories
Walker Art Center, Minneapolis

George Segal
The Bus Station
1965
plaster, wood, accessories
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

George Segal
Old Woman at the Window
1965
plaster, furniture, accessories
Los Angeles County Museum of Art

George Segal
The Costume Party
1965-72
painted plaster, accessories
Guggenheim Museum, New York

Robert Scull
Lucas Samaras (top), Claes Oldenburg, George Segal,
Patty Mucha and Robert Rauschenberg at Segal's New Jersey Farm

ca. 1968
gelatin silver print
Archives of American Art, Smithsonian Institution, Washington DC

George Segal
Untitled (Red Chair and Radiator)
1970
screenprint
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

George Segal
Untitled (Figure with White Chair)
1970
screenprint
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

George Segal
An Actress
1965
plaster, painted wood
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

George Segal
Girl on a Chair
1970
plaster, painted wood
Manchester Art Gallery

George Segal
The Curtain
1974
plaster, glass, wood, fabric
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

George Segal
The Restaurant
1975
gouache, ink and collage on paper
(study for installation)
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

George Segal
Walk, Don't Walk
1976
plaster, concrete, street signal
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

from From the Cupola
 
Noon finds me faced by a small troop of furies
They are my senses shrill and ominous
We who were trained they say to do your pleasure
are kept like children      Is this fair to us

Dear ones I say bending to kiss their faces
trust me      One day you'll understand      Meanwhile
suppose we think of things to raise our spirits
and leading the two easiest to beguile

into the kitchen feed them shots of bourbon
Their brother who loves Brahms conceives a wish
for gems from L'Africana played at volumes
that make the dwarf palm shudder in its dish

The pale one with your eyes restively flashing
takes in the dock the ashen Sound the sky
The fingers of the eldest brush my features
But you are smiling she says coldly      Why

– James Merrill (1966)