Monday, June 9, 2025

Rockwell Kent

Rockwell Kent
Pelagic Reverie
1919
drawing
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York


Rockwell Kent
The Trapper
1921
oil on canvas
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Rockwell Kent
Self Portrait, Improved
1923
wood-engraving
American Museum, Bath, Somerset

Rockwell Kent
Design for Boudoir-Themed Mural
ca. 1925
watercolor on paper
Cooper-Hewitt Smithsonian Design Museum, New York

Rockwell Kent
Workers of the World, Unite!
1927
wood-engraving
(later reprinted on the cover of New Masses)
Philadelphia Museum of Art

Rockwell Kent
Invitation from Random House
1930
linocut and letterpress
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Rockwell Kent
Sea and Sky
1931
wood-engraving
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Rockwell Kent
Fair Wind
1931
wood-engraving
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Rockwell Kent
Diver
1931
wood-engraving
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Rockwell Kent
The Bather
1931
wood-engraving
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Rockwell Kent
Home Port
1931
wood-engraving
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Rockwell Kent
Postage Stamp Design for Greenland
1932
wood-engraving
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Anonymous Photographer
Rockwell Kent at an Exhibition of his Work
ca. 1935
gelatin silver print
Archives of American Art, Washington DC

Rockwell Kent
Prometheus Unchained
1938
lithograph
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Rockwell Kent
Eternal Vigilance is the Price of Liberty
1945
lithograph
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Jesse Gordon
Rockwell Kent with Jinx Falkenberg
broadcasting in a Television Studio

1955
gelatin silver print
Archives of American Art, Washington DC

Rockwell Kent
Moby Dick 34-cent Single
2001
postage stamp
(after wood-engraved book illustration)
National Postal Museum, Washington DC

from Verse for Urania

A sleepless and unlettered urban glow
On everyone's horizon turns to gist
That rhetoric of starry beasts and gods
Whose figures, whose least phoneme made its fine
Point in the course of sweeping periods –
Each sentence thirty lives long, here below.

From out there notions reach us yet, but few
And far between as those first names we knew
Already without having to look up,
Children that we were, the Chair, the Cup,
But each night dimmer, children that we are,
Each night regressing, dumber by a star.
Still, fiction helps preserve them, those old truths
Our sleights have turned to fairy tales (or worse:
Look at – don't look at – your TV).
The storybooks you'll soon be reading me
About the skies abound with giants and dwarfs.
Think of the wealth of pre-Olympian
Amber washed up on the shores of Grimm –
The beanstalk's tenant-cyclops grown obese
On his own sons; the Bears and Berenice.
Or take those masterfully plotted high
Society conjunctions and epicycles
In late fable like The Wings of the Dove.
Take, for that matter, my beanstalk couplet, above,
Where such considerations as rhyme and meter
Prevail, it might be felt, at the expense
Of meaning, but as well create, survive it;
For the first myth was Measure . . . 

– James Merrill (1976)