Friday, July 4, 2025

Julian Schnabel

Julian Schnabel
Vallanzasca, Italian Hero
1978
oil on canvas
Hall Collection, Schloss Derneburg, Germany


Julian Schnabel
Insane Authority - Portrait of Dr. Caligari
1980
oil and cowhide on velvet
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Julian Schnabel
Homo Painting
1981
oil on velvet
Tate Modern, London

Hans Namuth
Julian Schnabel
1981
C-print
National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC

Julian Schnabel
Hope
1982
oil on velvet
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Julian Schnabel
Humanity Asleep
1982
oil and ceramic fragments on panel
Tate Modern, London

Julian Schnabel
Portrait of Andy Warhol
1982
oil on velvet
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Julian Schnabel
Private School in California
1984
oil and modeling paste on velvet
Dallas Museum of Art

Julian Schnabel
The Wind
1985
spray enamel and modeling paste on tarpaulin
Art Institute of Chicago

Julian Schnabel
Spain
1986
oil and ceramic fragments on panel
Guggenheim Museum, Bilbao

Julian Schnabel
Untitled
1988
oil and collage on paper
Dallas Museum of Art

Julian Schnabel
Untitled (Fox Farm)
1989
oil and gesso on velvet
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Julian Schnabel
Untitled
1991
oil, resin and screenprint on tarpaulin
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Julian Schnabel
Olatz Lopez
1992
screenprint
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Julian Schnabel
Fakires
1993
oil and resin on tarpaulin
Guggenheim Museum, Bilbao

Julian Schnabel
Adieu
1996
oil and resin on canvas
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Julian Schnabel
Versions of Chuck 2
2003
oil on canvas
Hall Collection, Schloss Derneburg, Germany

Soracte [Ode Nine]

One dazzling mass of solid snow
    Soracte stands; the bent woods fret
    Beneath their load; and, sharpest-set
With frost, the streams have ceased to flow.

Pile on great faggots and break up
    The ice: let influence more benign
    Enter with four-years-treasured wine,
Fetched in the ponderous Sabine cup.

Leave to the Gods all else. When they
    Have once bid rest the winds that war
    Over the passionate seas, no more
Gray ash and cypress rock and sway. 

Ask not what future suns shall bring:
    Count to-day gain, whate'er it chance
    To be: nor, young man, scorn the dance,
Nor deem sweet Love an idle thing,

Ere Time thy April youth had changed,
    To sourness. Park and public walk
    Attract thee now, and whispered talk
At twilight meetings pre-arranged;

Hear how the pretty laugh that tells
    In what dim corner lurks thy love;
    And snatch a bracelet or a glove
From wrist or hand that scarce rebels. 

– Horace (65-8 BC), translated by C.S. Calverley (1866)