Sunday, June 8, 2025

Grace Hartigan

Grace Hartigan
Greek Girl
1953
oil on canvas
Walker Art Center, Minneapolis


Grace Hartigan
Interior with Mexican Doll
1955
oil on canvas
North Carolina Museum of Art, Raleigh

Grace Hartigan
The Vendor #3
1956
collage and mixed pigments on paper
Art Institute of Chicago

Grace Hartigan
Chinatown
1956
oil on canvas
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Grace Hartigan
Ireland
1958
oil on canvas
Peggy Guggenheim Collection, Venice

Grace Hartigan
Study for Essex and Hester
1958
gouache and collage on board
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Grace Hartigan
Dido
1960
oil on canvas
McNay Art Museum, San Antonio, Texas

Grace Hartigan
Pallas Athena: Earth
1961
oil on canvas
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Grace Hartigan
Pallas Athena
1961
lithograph
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Grace Hartigan
Variations I on Clark's Cove
1962
oil and collage on paper
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Grace Hartigan
Frank O'Hara, 1926-1966
1966
oil on canvas
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Grace Hartigan
Modern Cycle
1967
oil on canvas
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Grace Hartigan
Ravencrest
1969
oil on canvas
Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia

Grace Hartigan
Inclement Weather
1970
oil on canvas
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Grace Hartigan
The Far-Away Places
1974
oil on canvas
McNay Art Museum, San Antonio, Texas

Grace Hartigan
Don Quixote and Madame Butterfly
1986
oil on canvas
Portland Museum of Art, Maine

Grace Hartigan
Little Junk Shop
1993
oil on canvas
Memphis Brooks Museum of Art, Tennessee

from Chimes for Yahya

Another memory of Mademoiselle.
We're in a Pullman going South for Christmas,
She in the lower birth, I in the upper
As befits whatever station we pass through.
Lanterns finger our compartment walls.
At one stop, slipping down into her dream
I lift the blind an inch. Outside, some blanketed
Black figures form a crèche, part king, 
Part shepherd and part donkey, stamp and steam
Gliding from sight as rapturous bells ring.
Mummy and Daddy have gone ahead by sleigh,
Packard piled with gifts I know too well.
Night after autumn night, Mademoiselle
Yielding to endearments, bringing down
From the attic, lion by tiger, acrobat by clown,
Tamer with her little whips and hoops,
The very circus of my wildest hopes,
I've seen it, memorized it all. Choo-choo
Goes the train towards the déjà-vu.
Christmas morning, in a Mandarin suit –
Pigtail and fan, and pipe already staled
By the imaginary stuff inhaled –
I mimed astonishment, and who was fooled? 
The treasures lay outspread beneath the tree.
Pitiful, its delusive novelty:
A present far behind me, in a sense.
And this has been a problem ever since. 

– James Merrill (1976)