Thursday, July 10, 2025

Hans Hammarskiöld

Hans Hammarskiöld
Composition
1948
gelatin silver print
Moderna Museet, Stockholm


Hans Hammarskiöld
Untitled
1948
gelatin silver print
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Hans Hammarskiöld
May Day
1952
gelatin silver print
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Hans Hammarskiöld
Fulham Cemetery, London
1955
gelatin silver print
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Hans Hammarskiöld
Caroline
1955
gelatin silver print
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Hans Hammarskiöld
Claes Oldenburg, London
1966
gelatin silver print
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Hans Hammarskiöld
Erik Höglund
1967
gelatin silver print
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Hans Hammarskiöld
Hepaticas
1975
C-print
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Hans Hammarskiöld
Untitled
1976
C-print
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Hans Hammarskiöld
Hamra, Gotland
1977
C-print
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Hans Hammarskiöld
Bastugatan, Stockholm
1980
C-print
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Hans Hammarskiöld
Meret Oppenheim
1982
gelatin silver print
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Hans Hammarskiöld
Mariaberget, Stockholm
1985
C-print
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Hans Hammarskiöld
Erica
1987
gelatin silver print
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Hans Hammarskiöld
Vila II
1994
gelatin silver print
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Hans Hammarskiöld
Untitled
2002
gelatin silver print
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Hans Hammarskiöld
Untitled
2002
gelatin silver print
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Ode Ten, Book Two

Of thy lyfe, Thomas, this compasse well mark:
Not aye with full sayles the hye seas to beat,
Ne by coward dred, in shonning stormes dark,
On shalow shores thy keel in perill freat.
Who so gladly halseth the golden meane
Voyde of dangers advisdly hath his home:
Nor with lothsom muck, and a den uncleane,
Nor palacelyke wherat disdayn may glome.
The lofty pyne the great winde often rives;
With violenter sway falne turrets stepe;
Lightninges assault the hye mountains and clives.
A hart well stayd, in overthwartes depe,
Hopeth amendes; in swete doth feare the sowre,
God that sendeth withdrawth winter sharp.
Now ill, not aye thus. Once Phebus to lowr
With bow unbent shall cease, and frame to harp
His voyce. In straite estate appere thou stout:
And so wisely, when lucky gale of winde
All thy puft sailes shall fill, loke well about,
Take in a ryft. Hast is wast, profe doth finde. 

– Horace (65-8 BC), translated by Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey (before 1547)