Friday, July 18, 2025

Catherine Opie

Catherine Opie
Self Portrait
1970
inkjet print
Carnegie Museum of Art, Pittsburgh


Catherine Opie
Justin Bond
1993
C-print
NSU Art Museum, Fort Lauderdale, Florida

Catherine Opie
Frankie
1994
C-print
Los Angeles County Museum of Art

Catherine Opie
Flipper, Tanya, Chloe & Harriet, San Francisco, California
1995
C-print
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Catherine Opie
Untitled
1997
inkjet print
Art Institute of Chicago

Catherine Opie
Melissa & Lake, Durham, North Carolina
1998
C-print
Guggenheim Museum, New York

Catherine Opie
Untitled
(Surfers Series)
2002-2003
C-print
Buffalo AKG Art Museum, New York

Catherine Opie
Self Portrait Nursing
2004
C-print
Guggenheim Museum, New York

Catherine Opie
Saint Gilles du Gard
2007
three C-prints
Carnegie Museum of Art, Pittsburgh

Catherine Opie
Untitled #6
(Inauguration Series)
2009
pigment print
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Catherine Opie
Untitled #26
(Inauguration Series)
2009
pigment print
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Catherine Opie
Untitled #27
(Inauguration Series)
2009
pigment print
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Catherine Opie
Untitled #31
(Inauguration Series)
2009
pigment print
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Catherine Opie
Untitled #32
(Inauguration Series)
2009
pigment print
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Catherine Opie
Diana Nyad
2010
inkjet print
National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC

Catherine Opie
Elizabeth
2013
inkjet print
Institute of Contemporary Art, Boston

from Ode 29, Book 3, paraphrased in Pindarique Verse
 
Descended of an ancient Line,
    That long the Tuscan Scepter swayed,
Make haste to meet the generous wine,
    Whose piercing is for thee delayed:
The rosie wreath is ready made;
    And artful hands prepare
The fragrant Syrian oyl, that shall perfume thy hair. 

When the Wine sparkles from afar,
    And the well-natured Friend cries, come away;
Make haste, and leave thy business and thy care,
    No mortal int'rest can be worth thy stay.

Leave for a while thy costly Country Seat;
    And, to be great indeed, forget
The nauseous pleasures of the Great:
    Make haste and come:
Come and forsake thy cloying store;
    Thy Turret that surveys, from High,
The Smoke, and wealth, and noise of Rome;
    And all the busie pageantry
That wise men scorn, and fools adore:
Come, give thy Soul a loose, and taste the pleasures of the poor.

– Horace (65-8 BC), translated by John Dryden (1685)