Monday, July 21, 2025

George Deem

George Deem
May Wilson as a Rug
1969
oil on canvas
Art Institute of Chicago


George Deem
Lady of Spain
(portrait of Gail Rutherford)

1972
oil on canvas
New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut

George Deem
Mayakovsky Cloud in Pants
1979
oil on paper
New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut

George Deem
Me and Mayakovsky
1981
oil on canvas
New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut

George Deem
Driving away from Ronald Vance (Study #2)
1981
photocopy collage
New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut

George Deem
Studio with one Light Source
1981
acrylic on paper
New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut

George Deem
Courbet Palette
1982
oil on wooden palette
New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut

George Deem
Mayakovsky Place-Mat
1982
watercolor on paper
New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut

George Deem
Self Portrait Place-Mat
1983
watercolor on paper
New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut

George Deem
Mayakovsky Shadow-Boxing
1984
watercolor on paper
New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut

George Deem
Mayakovsky Bricks
1987
oil paint on bricks
New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut

George Deem
The Fauve School
1989
oil on canvas
New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut

George Deem
Homage to William Merritt Chase
1990
oil on canvas
New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut

George Deem
Lili Brik and Mayakovsky
1991
oil on paper
New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut

Peter Angelo Simon
George Deem
1993
gelatin silver print
Archives of American Art, Washington DC

George Deem
Male Nude
1998
oil on canvas
New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut

George Deem
Early Bird
1998
oil on canvas
New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut

from Ode 29, Book 3, paraphrased in Pindarique Verse

        Fortune, that with malicious joy,
            Does Man her slave oppress,
        Proud of her Office to destroy,
            Is seldome pleased to bless 
        Still various and unconstant still;
    But with an inclination to be ill;
        Promotes, degrades, delights in strife,
        And makes a Lottery of life. 
        I can enjoy her while she's kind;
        But when she dances in the wind,
        And shakes her wings, and will not stay,
        I puff the Prostitute away:
The little or the much she gave, is quietly resigned:
    Content with poverty, my Soul I arm:
    And Vertue, tho' in rags, will keep me warm.

                    What is't to me,
        Who never sail in her unfaithful Sea,
            If Storms arise, and Clouds grow black;
            If the Mast split and threaten wreck,
        Then let the greedy Merchant fear
                For his ill gotten gain;
        And pray to Gods that will not hear,
While the debating winds and billows bear
                His Wealth into the Main.
        For me secure from Fortune's blows
        (Secure of what I cannot lose)
        In my small Pinnace I can sail,
            Contemning all the blustring roar;
        With friendly Stars my safety seek
        Within some little winding Creek;
            And see the storm ashore.

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