Thursday, July 3, 2025

Miriam Schapiro

Miriam Schapiro
Still Life - Flowers
1957
oil on canvas
Buffalo AKG Art Museum, New York


Miriam Schapiro
Shrine (For R.K.)
1963
oil on canvas
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Anonymous Photographer
Miriam Schapiro with lithograph version of Shrine
1964
photographic print
Archives of American Art, Washington DC

Miriam Schapiro
Shrine I
1964
lithograph
Amon Carter Museum, Fort Worth, Texas

Miriam Schapiro
16 Frames
1965
acrylic and collage on paper
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Miriam Schapiro
16 Frames #4
1966
acrylic on canvas
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Miriam Schapiro
Painting City
1966
acrylic on canvas
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Miriam Schapiro
Arbor
1967
acrylic on canvas
Orange County Museum of Art, Costa Mesa, California

Miriam Schapiro
Jigsaw
1969
acrylic on canvas
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Miriam Schapiro
Dollhouse
1972
mixed-media assemblage
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Miriam Schapiro
The First Fan
1978
acrylic paint and fabric collage on canvas
(reproduced here as gallery invitation)
Archives of American Art, Washington DC

Ellie Thompson
Miriam Schapiro with her Work
ca. 1981
gelatin silver print
Archives of American Art, Washington DC

Miriam Schapiro
Wonderland
1983
acrylic paint, fabric collage and plastic beads on canvas
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Miriam Schapiro
Screenprint Portfolio - Cover Sheet
1992
screenprint
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Miriam Schapiro
Screenprint Portfolio - Lyubov Popova
1992
screenprint
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Miriam Schapiro
Screenprint Portfolio - Sonia Delaunay
1992
screenprint
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Ode Nine

Behold yon Mountains hoary height
    Made higher with new Mounts of Snow;
Again behold the Winter's weight
    Oppress the lab'ring Woods below:
And streams with Icy fetters bound,
Benumbed and crampt to solid ground.

With well heaped Logs dissolve the cold,
    And feed the genial heat with fires;
Produce the Wine, that makes us bold,
    And sprightly Wit and Love inspires:
For what hereafter shall betide
God, if 'tis worth his care, provide.

Let him alone with what he made,
    To toss and turn the World below;
At his command the storms invade;
    The winds of his Commission blow;
Till with a Nod he bids 'em cease,
And then the Calm returns, and all in peace.

To morrow and her works defie,
    Lay hold upon the present hour,
And snatch the pleasures passing by,
    To put them out of Fortune's power:
Nor love, nor love's delights disdain,
What e're thou get'st to day is gain.

Secure those golden early joyes,
    That Youth unsowred with sorrow bears,
E're with'ring time the taste destroyes,
    With sickness and unweildy years!
For active sports, for pleasing rest,
This is the time to be possest;
The best is but in season best.

The pointed hour of promised bliss,
    The pleasing whisper in the dark,
The half unwilling willing kiss,
    The laugh that guides thee to the mark,
When the kind Nymph would coyness feign,
And hides but to be found again,
These, these are joyes the Gods for Youth ordain.

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