Tuesday, July 8, 2025

John Sloan

John Sloan
Women's Page
1905
etching
Reynolda House Museum of American Art,
Winston-Salem, North Carolina


John Sloan
Roofs - Summer Nights
1906
etching
Reynolda House Museum of American Art,
Winston-Salem, North Carolina

John Sloan
Memory
1906
etching
Reynolda House Museum of American Art,
Winston-Salem, North Carolina

John Sloan
Dolly with a Black Bow
1909
oil on linen
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

John Sloan
Night Windows
1910
etching
Reynolda House Museum of American Art,
Winston-Salem, North Carolina

John Sloan
Girl and Beggar
1910
etching
Reynolda House Museum of American Art,
Winston-Salem, North Carolina

John Sloan
The Picture Buyer
1911
etching
Reynolda House Museum of American Art,
Winston-Salem, North Carolina

John Sloan
Red Kimono on the Roof
1912
oil on canvas
Indianapolis Museum of Art

John Sloan
Kitchen and Bath
1912
oil on board
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

John Sloan
Nude with Green Scarf
1913
oil on canvas
Barnes Foundation, Philadelphia

John Sloan
Town Steps, Gloucester, Mass.
1916
oil on canvas
Los Angeles County Museum of Art

John Sloan
Self Portrait
1916
oil on canvas
Hood Museum of Art,
Dartmouth College, Hanover, New Hampshire

John Sloan
Juliana Force
1919
oil on canvas
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

John Sloan
Road to Santa Fe
1924
oil on canvas
Phoenix Art Museum, Arizona

John Sloan
Design for Cover Ornament - New Mexico Quarterly Review
1949
drawing
Delaware Art Museum, Wilmington

John Sloan
Charlotte in Red Coat
1951
tempera and oil on board
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Odes II, iii

Remember, when blinde Fortune kints her brow,
Thy minde be not dejected over-lowe;
Nor let thy thoughts too insolently swell,
Though all thy hopes doe prosper ne'r so well.
For, drink thy tears, with sorrow still opprest,
Or taste pure vine, secure and ever blest,
In those remote and pleasant shady fields
Where stately Pine and Poplar shadow yeelds,
Or circling streames that warble, passing by;
All will not help, sweet friend: For, thou must die.
    The house, thou hast, thou once must leave behind thee,
And those sweet babes thou often kissest kindly:
And when th'hast gotten all the wealth thou can,
    Alas! what poor advantage doth it bring,
To boaste thy selfe descended of a King!
When those, that have no house to hide their heads,
Finde in their grave as warm and easie beds.

– Horace (65-8 BC), translation attributed to Ben Jonson (1621)