Lichtenstein

Roy Lichtenstein
Untitled
ca. 1943
drawing
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Roy Lichtenstein
Pilot
ca. 1948
pastel and graphite on paper
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Roy Lichtenstein
Variations no. 7
1959
oil on canvas
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Roy Lichtenstein
Untitled
ca. 1959
oil on canvas
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Roy Lichtenstein
Man with Chest-Expander
ca. 1961
drawing
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Roy Lichtenstein
In
1962
oil on canvas
Guggenheim Museum, New York

Roy Lichtenstein
Girl in Window
(Study for World's Fair Mural)
1963
oil and acrylic on canvas
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Roy Lichtenstein
Turkey Shopping-Bag
1964
screenprint on paper bag
Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia

Roy Lichtenstein
Temple
1964
lithograph
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Roy Lichtenstein
This Must Be The Place
1965
screenprint
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Roy Lichtenstein
Little Big Painting
1965
oil and acrylic on canvas
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Roy Lichtenstein
Landscape no. 5
1967
screenprint with collage and felt-pen on plastic
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Roy Lichtenstein
Preparedness
1968
oil on canvas (three panels)
Guggenheim Museum, New York

Roy Lichtenstein
Night Seascape
before 1977
collage of felt fabric
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Roy Lichtenstein
Girl with Tear I
1977
oil on canvas
Guggenheim Museum, New York

Roy Lichtenstein
Reflections on Brushstrokes
1990
screenprint, woodcut, lithograph and collage
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Roy Lichtenstein
Interior with Mirrored Wall
1991
oil on canvas
Guggenheim Museum, New York

from The Opera Company

The rival sopranos sang on alterante evenings.

The maid of one was sent

To fumigate the prima donna's dressing room

After the other had used it – who retaliated

By praising everything about the first:

Technique, beauty, age.

From the one's throat

Spurted into darkness

Gouts of adamantine, a panoramic ramp

Lit and ascended in cold blood.

Those heights attacked, she struck

One ravishing blank attitude

Against the dead composer's starry mind.

The other's eyelids shut,

An autumn-rose hallucination rippled

Over waves, inward. Rock would blush

And seed swell, yes, and rapture flaw itself.

Another season, and the very song

Had forked, had broken

Flowing into clay. 

Came the inevitable war. The one

Married a copper magnate and performed 

Before the enemy. The other

Opened a ranch for divorcées.  

– James Merrill (1969)