Wednesday, June 11, 2025

Walt Kuhn

Walt Kuhn
The Tragic Comedians
ca. 1916
oil on canvas
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC


Anonymous Photographer
Walt Kuhn with Model
ca. 1920
photographic print
Archives of American Art, Washington DC

Walt Kuhn
Dressing Room
ca. 1925
lithograph
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Walt Kuhn
Honky-Tonk
1927
watercolor on board
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Walt Kuhn
Dreaming Girl
1930
oil on canvas
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Walt Kuhn
The Blue Clown
1931
oil on canvas
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Walt Kuhn
Artiste
1935
ink and watercolor on paper
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Walt Kuhn
Talisman Roses
1935
oil on canvas
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Walt Kuhn
Musical Clown
1938
oil on canvas
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Walt Kuhn
Fifty Paintings by Walt Kuhn
1940
dust jacket on printed book
Archives of American Art, Washington DC

Anonymous Photographer
Model in Walt Kuhn's Studio
ca. 1940
photographic print
Archives of American Art, Washington DC

Anonymous Photographer
Models in Walt Kuhn's Studio
ca. 1940
photographic print
Archives of American Art, Washington DC

Walt Kuhn
Apples and Pineapple on White Cloth
1940
oil on canvas
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Walt Kuhn
Girl with Cocked Hat
1942
oil on canvas
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Walt Kuhn
Clown in Dressing Room
1943
oil on linen
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Walt Kuhn
Acrobat in White and Blue
1947
oil on canvas
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

George Karger
Walt Kuhn with Models
1948
photographic print
(published in Collier's Magazine)
Archives of American Art, Washington DC

The School Play

"Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, 
Stands here for God, his country, and . . ." And what?
"Stands here for God, his Sovereign, and himself,"
Growled Captain Fry who had the play by heart.
I was the First Herald, "a small part"
– I was small too – "but an important one."
What was not important to the self
At nine or ten? Already I had crushes
On Mowbray, Bushy, and the Duke of York.
Handsome Donald Niemann (now himself,
According to the Bulletin, headmaster
Of his own school somewhere out West) awoke
Too many self-indulgent mouthings in
The dummy mirror before smashing it,
For me to set my scuffed school cap at him.
Another year I'd play that part myself,
Or Puck, or Goneril, or Prospero.
Later, in adolescence, it was thought
Clever to speak of having found oneself,
With a smile and rueful headshake for those who hadn't.
People still do. Only the other day
A woman my age told us that her son
"Hadn't found himself" – at thirty-one!
I heard in the mind's ear an amused hum
Of mothers and fathers from beyond the curtain,
And that flushed, far-reaching hour came back
Months of rehearsal in the gymnasium
Had led to: when the skinny nobodies
Who'd memorized the verse and learned to speak it
Emerged in beards and hose (or gowns and rouge)
Vivid with character, having put themselves
All unsuspecting into the masters' hands. 

– James Merrill (1985)