Monday, July 28, 2025

Heavies (Econ)

Seth Tobocman
Why Are Apartments Expensive?
1986
screenprint (poster)
Cooper Hewitt, Smithsonian Design Museum


Carlos Cortez
The Gilded Age
Chicago during the Reign of Money

1992
linocut (exhibition poster)
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Stanislaw Zagorski
Is Capitalism Working?
1980
tempera on board
(commissioned by Time magazine)
National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC

Peter Young
Capitalist Masterpiece Number 19
1969
acrylic on canvas
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Larry Clark
Homeless in America
1990
pastel and ink on paper
(commissioned by Time magazine)
National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC

Clayton Pond
The Working End of My Gas Space-Heater
(from the portfolio, Bicentennial Prints)
1975
lithograph
Cooper Hewitt, Smithsonian Design Museum

William Heath Robinson
How To Dispense With Servants In The Dining-Room
1921
ink and watercolor on paper
(illustration for The Sketch)
British Museum

Wanda Gág
The Forge
1932
lithograph
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Ford Madox Brown
Study of Arm
1861
drawing
(study for the painting, Work)
British Museum

Sam Contis
Hold-Down
2014
gelatin silver print
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Alexander Henderson
Locomotive and Snowplow at work
ca. 1870
albumen silver print
National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa

Filippo Napoletano (Filippo Angeli)
Transport of an Obelisk by Sea on a Raft with Sail
ca. 1615-25
drawing
British Museum

Charles Parrocel
Sailors pulling Boat
 ca. 1727-30
drawing (print study)
British Museum

Joseph Koch
Circus Day
ca. 1948
oil on board
Akron Art Museum, Ohio

Saul Leiter
Shoe of the Shoeshine Boy
ca. 1950
gelatin silver print
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Eugène-Louis Lami
Footmen outside a Bond Street Shop
(series, Voyage en Angleterre)
1829
hand-colored lithograph
British Museum

Abraham Bloemaert
Crippled Beggar
before 1651
drawing (print study)
British Museum

    "Everything that ever gets done in this world is done by madmen," Mr. Scogan went on.  Denis tried not to listen, but the tireless insistence of Mr. Scogan's discourse gradually compelled his attention.  "Men such as I am, such as you may possibly become, have never achieved anything.  We're too sane; we're merely reasonable.  We lack the human touch, the compelling enthusiastic mania.  People are quite ready to listen to the philosophers for a little amusement, just as they would listen to a fiddler or a mountebank.  But as to acting on the advice of the men of reason – never.  Wherever the choice has had to be made between the man of reason and the madman, the world has unhesitatingly followed the madman.  For the madman appeals to what is fundamental, to passion and the instincts; the philosophers to what is superficial and supererogatory – reason."
    They entered the garden; at the head of one of the alleys stood a green wooden bench, embayed in the midst of a fragrant continent of lavender bushes.  It was here, though the place was shadeless and one breathed hot, dry perfume instead of air – it was here that Mr. Scogan elected to sit.  He thrived on untempered sunlight.
    "Consider, for example, the case of Luther and Erasmus."  He took out his pipe and began to fill it as he talked. "There was Erasmus, a man of reason if ever there was one.  People listened to him at first – a new virtuoso performing on that elegant and resourceful instrument, the intellect; they even admired and venerated him.  But did he move them to behave as he wanted them to behave – reasonably, decently, or at least a little less porkishly than usual?  He did not.  And then Luther appears, violent, passionate, a madman insanely convinced about matters in which there can be no conviction.  He shouted, and men rushed to follow him.  Erasmus was no longer listened to; he was reviled for his reasonableness.  Luther was serious, Luther was reality – like the Great War.  Erasmus was only reason and decency; he lacked the power, being a sage, to move men to action.  Europe followed Luther and embarked on a century and a half of war and bloody persecution."

– Aldous Huxley, from Crome Yellow (1921)