Norfolk

Georges de La Tour
St Philip
ca. 1625
oil on canvas
Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia

Jean-François de Troy
Christ and the Canaanite Woman
1743
oil on canvas
Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia

Edward Hicks after Thomas Sully
Washington at the Delaware
ca. 1849
oil on canvas
Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia

Heinrich Max Imhof
Eros
before 1869
marble
Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia

Anders Zorn
Zorn and his Wife
1890
etching
Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia

Mary Cassatt
The Lamp
ca. 1890-91
drypoint and color aquatint
Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia

Aubrey Beardsley
Witch of Atlas
ca. 1891
drawing
Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia

Grace Mary Hall Blashfield
Study of Contrapposto
ca. 1900
drawing
Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia

Ilse Bing
New York from the Hotel Algonquin at Night
1936
gelatin silver print
Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia

Isabel Bishop
On the Bus
1947
etching
Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia

Lisette Model
Studio of Armando Reveron in Venezuela
1954
gelatin silver print
Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia

Julia Bristow
The Stamos-Ewell House
1956
watercolor on paper
Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia

Tom Wesselmann
Bedroom Painting #15
1970
oil on canvas
Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia

Olivia Parker
Cinquefoil
1977
gelatin silver print
Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia

Olivia Parker
Possibility
1979
Polaroid
Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia

Elizabeth Peyton
Carmen - Jonas Kaufmann no. 3
2011
monotype
Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia

Tom Moore
Metamorphic Stack Drawing
2015
graphite and watercolor on paper
Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia

    Who knoweth what alterations and sudden disasters in outward estate or inward contentments in this wilderness of the world might have befallen him who dieth young if he had lived to be old?  Heaven, foreknowing imminent harms, taketh those which it loveth to itself before they fall forth.  Death in youth is like the leaving a superfluous feast before the drunken cups be presented and walk about.  Pure and (if we may so say) virgin souls carry their bodies with no small agonies, and delight not to remain long in the dregs of human corruption, still burning with a desire to turn back to the place of their rest; for this world is their inn and not their home.  That which may fall forth every hour can not fall out of time.  Life is a journey in a dusty way, the furthest rest is death; in this some go more heavily burdened than others; swift and active pilgrims come to the end of it in the morning or at noon, which tortoise-paced wretches, clogged with the fragmentary rubbish of this world, scarce with great travel crawl unto at midnight.  Days are not to be esteemed after the number of them, but after the goodness: more compass maketh not a sphere more complete, but as round is a little as a large ring; nor is that musician most praiseworthy who hath longest played, but he in measured accents who hath made sweetest melody; to live long hath often been a let to live well.  Muse not how many years thou might'st have enjoyed life, but how sooner thou might'st have lost it; neither grudge so much that it is no better, as comfort thyself that it hath been no worse: let it suffice that thou hast lived till this day, and (after the course of this world) not for nought; thou hast had some smiles of fortune, favours of the worthiest, some friends, and thou hast never been disfavoured of the heaven. 

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