Friday, July 11, 2025

Rufino Tamayo

Rufino Tamayo
Academic Painting
1935
oil on canvas
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC


Rufino Tamayo
Carnival
1941
oil on canvas
Phillips Collection, Washington DC

Rufino Tamayo
Desnudo Blanco
1943
oil on canvas
Los Angeles County Museum of Art

Rufino Tamayo
Dancers over the Sea
1945
oil on canvas
Cincinnati Art Museum, Ohio

Rufino Tamayo
Heavenly Bodies
1946
oil on canvas
Peggy Guggenheim Collection, Venice

Rufino Tamayo
Untitled
before 1952
lithograph
Art Institute of Chicago

Rufino Tamayo
Woman in Grey
1959
oil on canvas
Guggenheim Museum, New York

Rufino Tamayo
Man in Black
1960
lithograph
Dallas Museum of Art

Rufino Tamayo
Ghost
1964
lithograph
Amon Carter Museum, Fort Worth, Texas

Rufino Tamayo
Head of Colossus
1964
lithograph
Amon Carter Museum, Fort Worth, Texas

Rufino Tamayo
Profile of a Man
1964
lithograph
Amon Carter Museum, Fort Worth, Texas

Rufino Tamayo
Self Portrait
1968
oil on canvas
Los Angeles County Museum of Art

Rufino Tamayo
Femme en Mauve
ca. 1969
lithograph
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Rufino Tamayo
Man and Woman
1971
oil on canvas
San Diego Museum of Art

Rufino Tamayo
Figure on Stucco
1976
lithograph
Los Angeles County Museum of Art

Rufino Tamayo
Protest
1983
lithograph
Los Angeles County Museum of Art

The Fourteenth Ode of the Second Book of Horace
 
Ah! Friend, the posting years how fast they fly!
        Nor can the strictest Piety
        Defer incroaching Age,
        Or Death's resistless Rage,
                If you each day
    A Hecatomb of Bulls should slay,
    The smoaking Host could not subdue
    The Tyrant to be kind to you.
From Geryon's Head he snatched the Triple Crown.
Into th'infernal Lake the Monarch tumbled down.
The Prince, the Pesant of this World must be
                Thus wafted to Eternity.

        In vain from bloody Wars are Mortals free,
Or the rough Storms of the Tempestuous Sea.
                In vain they take such care
To shield their bodies from Autumnal Air.
Dismal Cocytus they must ferry o're,
Whose languid stream moves dully by the shore.
        And in their passage we shall see
Of tortured Ghosts the various Misery.

    Thy stately House, thy pleasing Wife
    And children (blessings dear as Life)
    Must all be left nor shalt thou have
Of all thy grafted Plants, one Tree;
Unless the dismal Cypress follow thee,
        The short-lived Lord of all, to thy cold Grave,
    But the imprisoned Burgundy
    Thy jolly Heir shall straight set free.
Released from Lock and Key, the sparkling Wine
Shall flow, and make the drunken Pavement shine.

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