Wednesday, July 2, 2025

Morton Schamberg

Morton Schamberg
Fanette Reider
ca. 1911
oil on canvas
Williams College Museum of Art,
Williamstown, Massachusetts

Morton Schamberg
Estella
1912
gelatin silver print
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

Morton Schamberg
Self Portrait
1912
platinum print
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Morton Schamberg
Self Portrait
ca. 1912
gelatin silver print
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

Morton Schamberg
Figure
1913
oil on canvas
Amon Carter Museum, Fort Worth, Texas

Morton Schamberg
Composition
 1916
pastel on paper
Amon Carter Museum, Fort Worth, Texas

Morton Schamberg
Composition
1916
pastel on paper
Dallas Museum of Art

Morton Schamberg
Painting
1916
oil on canvas
Yale University Art Gallery

Morton Schamberg
Painting IV (Mechanical Abstraction)
1916
oil on panel
Philadelphia Museum of Art

Morton Schamberg
Painting VIII (Mechanical Abstraction)
1916
oil on canvas
Philadelphia Museum of Art

Morton Schamberg
Telephone
1916
oil on canvas
Columbus Museum of Art, Ohio

Morton Schamberg
Untitled (Mechanical Abstraction)
1916
oil on panel
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Morton Schamberg in collaboration with
Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven
'God'
1917
gelatin silver print
 (Dada sculpture of found materials) 
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

Morton Schamberg
View of Rooftops
1917
gelatin silver print
(unique print, formerly owned by Charles Sheeler)
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

Morton Schamberg
Fruit Bowl
1917
drawing
Rhode Island School of Design, Providence

Morton Schamberg
Bowl of Flowers
1918
watercolor on paper
(Schamberg died in the flu epidemic of 1918) 
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

The Fifth Ode

What lissom boy among the roses,
Sprinkled with liquid scents, proposes
To court you in your grotto, fair
Pyrrha? For whom is your blond hair

Bound with plain art? Alas, how often
Will he bid changed gods to soften,
Till, poor landlubber, he finds
The sea so rough with inky winds:

Who now, poor gull, enjoys your gold
And always careless, always bold
To love, hopes on and never knows
The gold is tinsel. Sad are those

For whom you shine, untried. For me,
Beholden to the great god of the sea
A votive tablet will recall
Drenched garments on his temple wall.

– Horace (65-8 BC), translated by Keith Douglas (1940)