Tuesday, May 20, 2025

Jasper Johns

Jasper Johns
Untitled
1960
lithograph
Moderna Museet, Stockholm


Jasper Johns
Zero through Nine
1961
oil on linen
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Jasper Johns
Device
1961-62
oil on canvas
Dallas Museum of Art

Jasper Johns
Slow Field
1962
oil on canvas
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Hans Namuth
Jasper Johns
1962
gelatin silver print
National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC

Jasper Johns
Targets
1966
acrylic on paper
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Jasper Johns
Targets
1967-68
lithograph
Princeton  University Art Museum

Jasper Johns
Self Portrait
1970
lithograph
National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC

Jasper Johns
Decoy II
1971-73
lithograph
Princeton University Art Museum

Jasper Johns
Untitled
1972
lithographs (four sheets)
Reynolda House Museum of American Art, Winston-Salem, North Carolina

Jasper Johns
Periscope I
1979
lithograph
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Jasper Johns
Two Flags
1980
lithograph (poster)
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Jasper Johns
Untitled
1983
colored inks on plastic
Guggenheim Museum, New York

Irving Penn
Jasper Johns
1983
gelatin silver print
National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC

Jasper Johns
Racing Thoughts
1983
mixed media on linen
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Jasper Johns
Untitled
2018
oil on canvas
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

from MatinĂ©es

Lives of the Great Composers make it sound
Too much like cooking: "Sore beset,
He put his heart's blood into that quintet . . ."
So let us try the figure turned around

As in some Lives of Obscure Listeners:
"The strains of Cimarosa and Mozart
Flowed through his veins, and fed his solitary heart.
Long beyond adolescence [One infers

Your elimination, sweet Champagne
Drunk between acts!] the aria's remote
Control surviving his worst interval,

Tissue of sound and tissue of the brain
Would coalesce, and what the Masters wrote
Itself compose his features sharp and small."

Hilariously Dr. Scherer took the guise
Of a bland smoothshaven Alberich whose age-old
Plan had been to fill my tooth with gold.
Another whiff of laughing gas,

And the understanding was implicit
That we must guard each other, this gold and I,
Against amalgamation by
The elemental pit. 

Vague as to what dentist and tooth "stood for,"
One patient dreamer gathered something more.
A voice said in the speech of birds,
 
"My father having tampered with your mouth,
From now on, metal, music, myth
Will seem to taint its words."

– James Merrill (1969)