Thursday, August 21, 2025

Imogen Cunningham

Imogen Cunningham
Reflections
1910
platinum print
Art Institute of Chicago


Imogen Cunningham
Self Portrait
1915
platinum print
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Imogen Cunningham
Nude
1923
gelatin silver print
(recent print from vintage negative)
Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City, Missouri

Imogen Cunningham
Leslie Van Ness
1925
gelatin silver print
Art Institute of Chicago

Imogen Cunningham
Roseanna
ca. 1925
gelatin silver print
Phillips Collection, Washington DC

Imogen Cunningham
Water Hyacinth 2
ca. 1925
gelatin silver print
(recent print from vintage negative)
Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City, Missouri

Imogen Cunningham
Untitled
1929
gelatin silver print
Art Institute of Chicago

Imogen Cunningham
Snake
1929
gelatin silver print
Art Institute of Chicago

Imogen Cunningham
Back
1929
gelatin silver print
Art Institute of Chicago

Imogen Cunningham
Martha Graham
1931
gelatin silver print
National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa

Imogen Cunningham
Martha Graham 2
1931
gelatin silver print
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Imogen Cunningham
Self Portrait
1933
gelatin silver print
National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC

Imogen Cunningham
Madame Ozenfant
1935
gelatin silver print
Art Institute of Chicago

Imogen Cunningham
Portrait
(series, Age and Its Symbols)
1958
gelatin silver print
Art Institute of Chicago

Imogen Cunningham
Man Ray
1961
gelatin silver print
Art Institute of Chicago

Imogen Cunningham
Ruth Asawa
1963
gelatin silver print
National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC

Imogen Cunningham
Judy Dater
1971
gelatin silver print
Art Institute of Chicago

Abe Frajndlich
Imogen Cunningham
1975
gelatin silver print
National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC

from Metamorphoses 

    Before the Moone should circlewise close both hir hornes in one
    Three nightes were yet as then to come. Assoone as that she shone
Most full of light, and did behold the earth with fulsome face,
Medea with hir haire not trust so much as in a lace,
But flaring on hir shoulders twaine, and barefoote, with hir gowne
Ungirded, gate hir out of doores and wandred up and downe
Alone the dead time of the night, both Man, and Beast, and Bird
Were fast a sleepe: the Serpents slie in trayling forward stird
So softly as ye would have thought they still a sleepe had bene.
The moysting Ayre was whist, no leafe ye could have moving sene.
The starres alonly faire and bright did in the welkin shine
To which the lifting up hir handes did thrise hirselfe encline.
And thrice with water of the brooke hir haire besprincled shee:
And gasping thrise she opte hir mouth: and bowing downe hir knee
Upon the bare hard ground, she saith: O trustie time of night
Most faithful unto privities, O golden starres whose light
Doth jointly with the Moone succeede the beames that blaze by day 
And thou three headed Hecate who knowest best the way
To compasse this our great attempt and art our chiefest stay;
Ye Charmes and Witchcrafts, and thou Earth which both with herbe and weed
Of mightie working furnishest the Wizardes at their neede:
Ye Ayres and windes: ye Elves of Hilles, of Brookes, of Woods alone,
Of standing Lakes, and of the Night approche ye everychone.

– Ovid (43 BC-AD 17), translated by Arthur Golding (1567)