Thursday, July 24, 2025

Naum Gabo

Naum Gabo
Head no. 2
1916
steel
Tate Modern, London


Naum Gabo
Model for Constructed Torso
1917
cardboard
Tate Modern, London

Naum Gabo
Construction in Space: Diagonal
1921-25
glass, metal and plastic
Tate Modern, London

Naum Gabo
Construction: Stone with Collar
1933
limestone, plastic and brass on slate base
Tate Modern, London

Naum Gabo
Construction through a Plane
ca. 1937
plastic on wood base
National Scottish Gallery of Modern Art, Edinburgh

Naum Gabo
Spherical Theme: Penetrated Version
ca. 1937-40
bronze
Tate Modern, London

Naum Gabo
Linear Construction no. 1 (Small Version)
1942-43
plastic with nylon filaments
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Naum Gabo
Linear Construction in Space no. 1
1943
plastic with nylon filaments
Phillips Collection, Washington DC

Naum Gabo
Construction in Depth
1944
oil on board
Guggenheim Museum, New York

Naum Gabo
Model for Linear Construction no. 3 with Red
1952
plastic with nylon filaments
Tate Modern, London

Naum Gabo
Linear Construction in Space no. 2
1958
plexiglas with nylon filaments
Guggenheim Museum, New York

Naum Gabo
Linear Construction in Space no. 4
1958
aluminum with stainless-steel wire
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Naum Gabo
Linear Construction no. 4
1959-61
aluminum with stainless-steel wire
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Naum Gabo
Vertical Construction no. 1
1964-65
brass with stainless-steel wire
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Naum Gabo
Untitled
ca. 1965
color woodblock print
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Naum Gabo
Opus XIX (Composition in Blue)
1969
lithograph
Ben Uri Gallery & Museum, London

Naum Gabo
Linear Construction no. 2
1970-71
plastic with nylon filaments
Tate Modern, London

Diffugere Nives

The snows are fled away, leaves on the shaws,
        And grasses in the mead renew their birth,
The river to the river-bed withdraws,
        And altered is the fashion of the earth.

The Nymphs and Graces three put off their fear
        And unapparelled in the woodland play.
The swift hour and the brief prime of the year
        Say to the soul, Thou was not born for aye.

Thaw follows frost; hard on the heel of spring
        Treads summer sure to die, for hard on hers
Comes autumn, with his apples scattering,
        Then back to wintertide, when nothing stirs.

But ah, whate'er the sky-led seasons mar,
        Moon upon moon rebuilds it with her beams;
Come we where Tullus and where Ancus are
        And good Aeneas, we are dust and dreams.

Torquatus, if the gods in heaven shall add
        The morrow to the day, what tongue hath told?
Feast then thy heart, for what thy heart has had
        The fingers of no heir will ever hold. 

When thou descendest once the shades among,
        The stern assize and equal judgment o'er
Not thy long lineage nor thy golden tongue,
        No, nor thy righteousness, shall friend thee more.

Night holds Hippolytus the pure of stain,
        Diana steads him nothing, he must stay;
And Theseus leaves Pirithöus in the chain
        The love of comrades cannot take away.

– Horace (65-8 BC), translated by A.E. Housman (1897)