Sunday, May 11, 2025

Irene Rice Pereira

Irene Rice Pereira
Boat Composite
1932
oil on linen
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York


Irene Rice Pereira
Sketch for Machine Composition #2
ca. 1936
drawing
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Irene Rice Pereira
Machine Composition #2
1937
oil on canvas
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Irene Rice Pereira
Abstract Composition
ca. 1938
drawing
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Irene Rice Pereira
Black and White
1940
gouache and ink on board
Guggenheim Museum, New York

Irene Rice Pereira
Quadrangels in Two Planes
1945
oil on glass, mounted on panel
Art Institute of Chicago

Irene Rice Pereira
Rose Planes
1945
oil on vellum
Walker Art Center, Minneapolis

Irene Rice Pereira
Transversion
1946
oil on glass, mounted on panel
Phillips Collection, Washington DC

Irene Rice Pereira
Composition
1948
drawing
Walker Art Center, Minneapolis

Irene Rice Pereira
Oblique Progression
1948
oil, enamel and ink on canvas
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Irene Rice Pereira
Evaporating Night
1951
oil on canvas
Dallas Museum of Art

Irene Rice Pereira
Heart of Light
1954
oil on linen
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Irene Rice Pereira
Landscape of the Absolute
1955
oil and enamel on canvas
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Irene Rice Pereira
Midnight Sun
before 1959
oil on canvas
Walker Art Center, Minneapolis

Irene Rice Pereira
The Celestial Gate Sways on the Ringing Swells
1961
oil on canvas
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Irene Rice Pereira
Heart of Flame
before 1971
oil on canvas
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Irene Rice Pereira
Vertical Flow
before 1971
oil on canvas
Phillips Collection, Washington DC

from Kostas Tympakianákis

The girl I loved left me for a Rhodiot.
I should be broken-hearted but it's strange, I'm not. 
Take me with you when you sail next week,
You'll see a different cosmos through the eyes of a Greek.

Or write my story down for people. Use my name.
And may it bring you all the wealth and fame
It hasn't brought its bearer. Here, let's drink our wine!
Who could have imagined such a life as mine?

– James Merrill (1969)