Friday, September 19, 2025

Stockholm

Franz Hanfstängl
Portrait of Hans Christian Andersen
1853
albumen print
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Édouard Vuillard
Portrait of Misia Godebska
ca. 1890
oil on canvas
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Robert Delaunay
Époque du St Sévérin no. 5
1909-1910
oil on canvas
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Lyubov Popova
Figure Study
ca. 1914-16
drawing
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Amédée Ozenfant
Composition with Floating Polyhedrons
1916
oil on canvas
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Amedeo Modigliani
Seated Woman
ca. 1917-19
oil on canvas
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Juan Gris
L'Homme au Violon
1918
oil on canvas
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

László Moholy-Nagy
Composition
ca. 1925
gouache on paper
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

André Derain
Tête de Femme
ca. 1928
oil on canvas
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Amédée Ozenfant
Composition
1929
oil on canvas
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

El Lissitzky
For a Strong, Healthy and Free Human Race!
1937
photomontage (gelatin silver prints)
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

André Masson
Le Mort et le Vif
before 1946
lithograph
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Rudolf Bauer
Composition
before 1953
lithograph
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Serge Poliakoff
Composition
before 1956
lithograph
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Zao Wou-ki
Composition
1956
lithograph
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Fritz Kempe
Portrait of Max Ernst
1964
gelatin silver print
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Olivia Parker
Parasol
ca. 1976-77
gelatin silver print
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

    To live long, is it not to be long troubled?  But number thy years, which are now (    ), and thou shalt find, that whereas ten have over-lived thee, thousands have not attained this age.  One year is sufficient to behold all the magnificence of nature, nay, even one day and night: for more is but the same brought again.  This sun, that moon, these stars, the varying dance of the spring, summer, autumn, winter, is that very same which the golden age did see.  They which have the longest time lent them to live in have almost no part of it at all, measuring it either by that space of time which is past, when they were not, or by that which is to come.  Why shouldst thou then care whether thy days be many or few, which, when prolonged to the uttermost, prove, paralleled with eternity, as a tear is to the ocean?  To die young is to do that soon and in some fewer days which once thou must do; it is but the giving over of a game that (after never so many hazards) must be lost.  When thou hast lived to that age thou desirest, or one of Plato's years, so soon as the last of thy days riseth above thy horizon, thou wilt then as now demand longer respite, and expect more to come.  The oldest are most unwilling to die.  It is hope of long life that maketh life seem short.  Who will behold, and with the eyes of judgment behold, the many changes depending on human affairs, with the after-claps of fortune, shall never lament to die young.  

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