Sunday, September 21, 2025

Joseph Stella

Joseph Stella
Self Portrait
ca. 1900
drawing
National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC


Joseph Stella
Study for Battle of Lights: Coney Island Mardi Gras
1913
oil on canvas
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Joseph Stella
Luna Park
ca. 1913
oil on board
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Joseph Stella
Abstraction: Mardi Gras
1914
watercolor and gouache on paper
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Joseph Stella
Steel Mill
1919
gouache on paper
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Man Ray
Joseph Stella and Marcel Duchamp
1920
gelatin silver print
Archives of American Art, Washington DC

Joseph Stella
Study for New York Interpreted: Brooklyn Bridge
1920
watercolor and ink on paper
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Joseph Stella
Cypresses and Tree Trunks
1922
watercolor, gouache and ink on paper
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Joseph Stella
The Palm (Herons)
1926
pastel on board
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Joseph Stella
Tree Cactus Moon
ca. 1928
gouache on paper
Reynolda House Museum of American Art,
Winston-Salem, North Carolina

Joseph Stella
Neapolitan Song
1929
oil on canvas
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Joseph Stella
The Lotus
ca. 1930
oil on canvas
Delaware Art Museum, Wilmington

Joseph Stella
Metropolitan Port
ca. 1935-37
oil on canvas
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Joseph Stella
Serenade: a Christmas Fantasy (La Fontaine)
1937
oil on canvas
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Joseph Stella
Still Life
ca. 1939
pastel on board
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Joseph Stella
Self Portrait
ca. 1940
watercolor, gouache and crayon on paper
National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC

Joseph Stella
Portrait of Clara Fasano
1943
pastel on paper
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Fragment

I hate Fruition, now 'tis past,
'Tis all but nastiness at best;
The homeliest thing, that man can do,
Besides, 'tis short and fleeting too:
A squirt of slippery Delight,
That with a moment takes its flight:
A fulsom Bliss, that soon does cloy,
And makes us loath what we enjoy.
Then let us not too eager run,
By Passion blindly hurried on,
Like Beasts, who nothing better know,
Than what meer Lust incites them to:
For when in Floods of Love we're drench'd,
The Flames are by enjoyment quench'd:
But thus, let's thus together lie,
And kiss out long Eternity:
Here we dread no conscious spies,
No blushes stain our guiltless Joys:
Here no Faintness dulls Desires,
And Pleasure never flags, nor tires:
This has pleas'd, and pleases now,
And for Ages will do so:
    Enjoyment here is never done,
    But fresh, and always but begun.

– Petronius Arbiter (died AD 65), translated by John Oldham (1683)