Dallas

Herri met de Bles
Landscape with St Jerome
ca. 1540
oil on panel
Dallas Museum of Art

Pietro Paolini
Bacchic Concert
1625
oil on canvas
Dallas Museum of Art

Anne Vallayer-Coster
Bouquet in Porcelain Vase
1776
oil on canvas
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Honoré Daumier
Outside the Print-Seller's Shop
ca. 1860-63
oil on panel
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George Inness
Summer Foliage
1883
oil on canvas
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Ferdinando Ongania
Palazzo Grimani, Venice
1891
photogravure
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Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec
Femmes de Maison
ca. 1893-95
pastel on board
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Jean Metzinger
The Harbor
1912
oil on canvas
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Odilon Redon
Head of a Woman
before 1916
pastel on paper
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Helen Torr
Still Life with Mechanical Man
ca. 1924-29
oil on panel
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Wolfgang Paalen
The Immortal Remains
1937
oil on canvas, with fumage
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Giacomo Porzano
Study of a Man
ca. 1950-55
drawing
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Mario Merz
Tasmania
1981-82
oil, acrylic and charcoal on burlap, with neon
Dallas Museum of Art

Thomas Struth
Dallas Parking Lot
2001
C-print
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James Casebere
Tripoli
2007
C-print
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Thomas Demand
Daily #17
2011
dye transfer print
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Thomas Demand
Daily #19
2012
dye transfer print
Dallas Museum of Art

    Applause whilst thou livest, serveth but to make thee that fair mark against which envy and malice direct their arrows, and when thou art wounded all eyes are turned towards thee (like the sun, which is most gazed on in an eclipse) not for pity or praise, but detractions.  At the best, it but resembleth that Syracusan's sphere of crystal, not so fair as frail; and, born after thy death, it may as well be ascribed to some of those were in the Trojan horse or to such as are yet to be born an hundred years hereafter as to thee, who nothing knows and art of all unknown.  What can it avail thee to be talked of whilst thou art not?  Consider in what bounds our fame is confined, how narrow the lists are of human glory and the furthest she can stretch her wings.  This globe of the earth and water, which seemeth huge to us, in respect of the universe, compared with that wide, wide pavilion of heaven, is less than little, of no sensible quantity, and but as a point: for the horizon, which boundeth our sight, divideth the heavens as in two halves, having always six of the Zodiac signs above, and as many under it, which, if the earth had any quantity compared to it, it could not do.  More, if the earth were not as a point, the stars could not still in all parts of it appear to us as of a like greatness: for where the earth raised itself in mountains, we being more near to heaven, they would appear to us of a greater quantity, and where it is humbled in valleys, we being further distant, they would seem unto us less: but the stars in all parts of the earth appearing of a like greatness, and to every part of it the heaven imparting to our sight the half of its inside, we must avouch it to be but a point.  Well did one compare it to an ant-hill, and men (the inhabitants) to so many pismires and grasshoppers, in the toil and variety of their diversified studies.  Now of this small indivisible thing, thus compared, how much is covered with waters?  How much not at all discovered?  how much uninhabited and desert? and how many millions of millions are they which share the remnant amongst them, in languages, customs, divine rites differing, and all almost to other unknown?

– William Drummond of Hawthornden, from A Cypress Grove (London: Hawthornden Press, 1919, reprinting the original edition of 1623)