Friday, August 8, 2025

Alfred Leslie

Alfred Leslie
Collage with Stripes
1956
oil and collage on paper
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York


Alfred Leslie
Soldier's Medal
1959
oil on canvas
Buffalo AKG Art Museum, New York

Alfred Leslie
Composition
1959
oil on canvas
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Kenneth Koch and Alfred Leslie
Permanently
1960
screenprint and letterpress
(cover of printed book)
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Alfred Leslie
Number 8
1960
oil and collage on canvas
Buffalo AKG Art Museum, New York

Alfred Leslie
Teruyko
1960
oil on canvas
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Alfred Leslie
Dr. Orta
1960
oil and enamel on canvas
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Alfred Leslie
N.Y. 10 N.Y.
1961
oil on canvas
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Alfred Leslie
Hialeah
1961
oil on canvas
Buffalo AKG Art Museum, New York

Alfred Leslie
The Rabbit Says Yes
1961
oil on linen
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Alfred Leslie
Alfred Leslie
1966-67
oil on canvas
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Alfred Leslie
Portrait of Mr Scull
1967-70
oil on linen
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Alfred Leslie
Study for The Killing #1
1967
ink on paper
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Alfred Leslie
Study for The Killing #11
1967
ink on paper
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Alfred Leslie
Study for The Loading Pier
ca. 1972
graphite on paper
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Alfred Leslie
In the Tepee at Leverett
ca. 1973-74
oil on canvas
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Alfred Leslie
Jesse Helms
1981
oil on canvas
(commissioned by Time magazine)
National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC

Alfred Leslie
Ronald Reagan and Yuri Andropov
1988
oil on canvas
(commissioned by Time magazine)
National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC

from The Amores

This strange sea-going craze began
with Jason. Pine from Pelion,
weathered and shaped, was first to brave
the whirlpool and the whistling wave.
I wish the Argo had gone down
and seafaring remained unknown;
for now Corinna, scornful of
her safety and my vigilant love,
intends to tempt the winds and go
cruising upon the treacherous blue
waters where no shade-giving ilex,
temple or marble pavement breaks
with its enlightened artistry
the harsh monotony of the sea.
Walk on the beach, where you may hear
the whorled conch whisper in your ear;
dance in the foam, but never trust
the water higher than your waist.
I'm serious. Listen to those with real
experience of life under sail:
believe their frightening anecdotes
of rocks and gales and splintered boats.
You won't be able to change your mind
when once your ship is far from land
and the most sanguine seamen cease
their banter as the waves increase.
How pale you'd grow if Triton made
the waters crash around your head –
so much more comfortable ashore
reading, or practising the lyre!
Still, if you're quite determined, God
preserve you from a watery bed:
Nereus' nymphs would be disgraced
if my Corinna should be lost.

– Ovid (43 BC-AD 17), translated by Derek Mahon (1985)