Friday, September 12, 2025

Acid Tones - II

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

Per Krohg
Woman in Grey with Gold
1919
oil on canvas
Nordnorsk Kunstmuseum, Tromsø

Anonymous French Artist
Shelves with Art Supplies
19th century
oil on canvas
Musée de la Chartreuse, Douai

Anonymous American Artist
Western Insurance Co. of Buffalo
ca. 1866-71
chromolithograph
Amon Carter Museum, Fort Worth, Texas

Jean-François Bony
Fruit and Flowers
1815
oil on canvas
Palais des Beaux-Arts de Lille

Armand Cambon
Galel
ca. 1864
oil on canvas
Musée Ingres Bourdelle, Montauban

William Christenberry
Grave with Egg-Carton Cross
Hale County

1975
C-print
Amon Carter Museum, Fort Worth, Texas

Gustaf Wernersson Cronquist
Untitled (Peaches)
ca. 1920
autochrome
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Paul-Elie Gernez
Nu au Coquillage
1934
pastel on paper
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Valenciennes

Auguste Herbin
Still Life with Coffee-Grinder
ca. 1912-13
watercolor on paper
Kröller-Müller Museum, Otterlo, Netherlands

Ernst Ludwig Kirchner
Berlin Street Scene
ca. 1914
drawing (colored chalks)
Städel Museum, Frankfurt

Maximilien Luce
Bread Line
ca. 1918
oil on panel
Kröller-Müller Museum, Otterlo, Netherlands

Marc Lafargue
Small Library
ca. 1920-25
oil on cardboard
Musée des Augustins de Toulouse

Master of Grossgmain
Death of the Virgin
ca. 1480
oil on panel
(altarpiece fragment)
Belvedere Museum, Vienna

Albert Marquet
Apples on a Plate
ca. 1910
oil on canvas
Musée de Grenoble

Stephan Bundi
Tartuffe
2008
screenprint (poster)
Museum Folkwang, Essen

Chorus:

We shall soon know about the beacon-watches and fire-relays of the traveling light-signals, whether they are indeed telling the truth or whether the coming of this joyful light has beguiled our minds like a dream.  I see, coming here from the seashore, a herald, his head shaded with a wreath of olive; and the thirsty dust, the sister and neighbour of mud, testifies to me that he will not signal voicelessly with fire-smoke, kindling a flame with mountain timber, but will say something that will either more definitely proclaim rejoicing for us, or – but I abhor speaking of the opposite alternative: may this be a happy addition to the apparently happy news already come – and whoever expresses his prayer for this city differently, may he himself reap the fruit of his mind's perversity!

Enter Herald. He falls down and kisses the ground.

Hail, soil of my fathers, land of Argos!  On this day, after nearly ten years, I have come back to you, achieving one of my hopes, after the shipwreck of so many: for I never thought that I would die in this Argive land and be able to share my beloved family tomb.  Now greeting to my land, [raising his hands to sun and sky] greeting to the light of the sun and to Zeus supreme over the land, to the Pythian lord – and please no longer shoot the shafts of your bow at us; you showed us quite enough hostility by the Scamander; but now, lord Apollo, become a saviour and a healer.  And I address all the Assembled Gods, and especially the protector of my own office, Hermes, the Herald whom heralds love and revere, and the heroes who sent us forth, praying that they may receive back with favour the army, or what the war has spared of it.  

– Aeschylus, from Agamemnon (458 BC), translated by Alan H. Sommerstein (2008)