Thursday, June 19, 2025

Right Angles - II

Kasimir Malevich
Black and White: Suprematist Composition
1915
oil on canvas
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Piet Mondrian
Composition no. 12 with Blue
1936-42
oil on canvas
National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa

Line Wælgaard
Untitled
2004
C-print
KORO (Public Art Norway), Oslo

Gösta Adrian-Nilsson
Plane Geometry
1930
oil on cardboard
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Marina Abramovic
Chair for Human Use (III)
2015
wood and quartz crystals
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Josef Albers
SP (Homage to the Square) 7
1967
screenprint
Museum Folkwang, Essen

Ann Edholm
Celan
2007
oil on canvas
Göteborgs Konstmuseum, Sweden

Lennart Durehed
Hovet
(skating rink at Johanneshov)
1988
gelatin silver print
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Linda Hofvander
Green Screen
2012
C-print
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Hilmar Fredriksen
Index Sheet
ca. 1985
gouache on cardboard
Nasjonalmuseet, Oslo

Siri Hermansen
Library I
(series, Bipolar Horizon)
2006
C-print
Nordnorsk Kunstmuseum, Tromsø

Vilhelm Hammershøi
In the Bedroom
1896
oil on canvas
Göteborgs Konstmuseum, Sweden

Irma Salo Jæger
Vestvendt Felt
2010
tempera and oil paint on canvas
Stortingets Kunstsamling, Oslo

Thørbjorn Lie-Jørgensen
Blue Interior
1956
oil on canvas
Stavanger Kunstmuseum, Norway

Jimmie Durham
Utopia Station
2003
lithograph
(poster for the Venice Biennale)
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Stanley Whitney
Off Square
2016
oil on linen
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

They cried from fear of what their master would do, but even a stranger would have cried if he had been there, for the place was completely ruined, and all the ground was now a muddy mess –  except that any flowers that had escaped the assault still kept some bloom and shine and were still lovely even as they lay on the ground.  The bees hung over them too, making a continuous, ceaseless humming, as though mourning.  Lamon was shocked and said: "Oh the bed of roses – how they've been broken down!  Oh, the bed of violets – how they've been trampled down!  Oh, the hyacinths and narcissi, that some evil man has dug up!  Spring will come, and they will not flower.  Summer will come, and they will not reach full bloom.  Another autumn will come, and they will not form a garland for anyone.  Lord Dionysus, didn't you feel sorry for these poor flowers?  You used to live beside them and look at them, and I often made you garlands with them.  How shall I show the garden to the master now?  And what will be his reaction when he sees it?  There's an old man he'll string up on one of the pines, like Marsyas; and perhaps he'll think that goats did this and string up Daphnis too!"

At this point there were even hotter tears, and now they were not mourning for the flowers, but for their own bodies.

– Longus, from Daphnis and Chloe (2nd century AD), translated from Greek by Christopher Gill (1989)