Saturday, June 28, 2025

Robert Andrew Parker (1927-2023)

Robert Andrew Parker
Marseille, Night
1955
watercolor on paper
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York


Robert Andrew Parker
Untitled
1957
gouache and ink on paper
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Robert Andrew Parker
The Fusileers
1958
gouache, watercolor and ink on paper
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Robert Andrew Parker
Los Caprichos
1959
oil on canvas
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Robert Andrew Parker
Vincent van Gogh in Saint-Rémy
1961
watercolor on paper
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Robert Andrew Parker
Bulldog in a Chair #2
1962
gouache and ink on paper
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Robert Andrew Parker
In County Clare #2
1965
oil on canvas
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Robert Andrew Parker
Double Self Portrait
1965
gouache on paper
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Robert Andrew Parker
At the Beach
1967
watercolor on paper
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Robert Andrew Parker
Baboon
1967
lithograph
Amon Carter Museum, Fort Worth, Texas

Robert Andrew Parker
Barbary Ape
1967
lithograph
Amon Carter Museum, Fort Worth, Texas

Robert Andrew Parker
Proboscis Monkey
1967
lithograph
Amon Carter Museum, Fort Worth, Texas

Robert Andrew Parker
Squirrel Monkey
1967
lithograph
Amon Carter Museum, Fort Worth, Texas

Robert Andrew Parker
Untitled
before 1969
lithograph
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Robert Andrew Parker
Self Portrait with Karl Marx
Highgate Cemetery

1978
color etching
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Robert Andrew Parker
Zhu Rongji
1993
watercolor ink and crayon on paper
(commissioned by Time magazine)
National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC

Robert Andrew Parker
Mrs Brown
1997
watercolor on paper
New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut

The Fifth Ode

Tell me Pyrrha what fine youth
All perfumed and crown'd with Roses
To thy chamber thee pursuth
And thy wanton Arme incloses

What is he thou now hast got
Whose more long and golden tresses
Into many a curious knot
Thy more curious finger dresses

How much will he wayle his trust
And (forsooke) begin to wonder
When black wyndes shall billowes thrust
And breake all his hopes in sunder?

Ficklenes of wyndes he knowes
Very little that doth love thee
Miserable are all those
That affect thee ere they prove thee

I as one from shipwrack freed
To the Oceans mighty Ranger
Consecrate my dropping weed,
And in freedome thinke of danger. 

– Horace (65-8 BC), translated by William Browne (ca. 1625)