Wednesday, October 1, 2025

Ellsworth Kelly

Ellsworth Kelly
Atlantic
1956
oil on canvas
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York


Ellsworth Kelly
Orange-Red Relief
1959
oil on canvas
Guggenheim Museum, New York

Ellsworth Kelly
Blue on White
1961
oil on canvas
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Ellsworth Kelly
Red White
1961
oil on canvas
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Ellsworth Kelly
Blue Green Red
1964
oil on canvas
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Ellsworth Kelly
Orange over Blue
1964-65
lithograph
Smithsonian American Art Museum,
Washington DC

Ellsworth Kelly
Cyclamen IV
1964-65
lithograph
Smithsonian American Art Museum,
Washington DC

Ellsworth Kelly
Leaves
1964-65
lithograph
Smithsonian American Art Museum,
Washington DC

Ellsworth Kelly
Vivian Beaumont Theater, Lincoln Center
1965
lithograph (poster)
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Ellsworth Kelly
Red Yellow Blue V
1968
oil on canvas
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Ellsworth Kelly
Black Green
1970
lithograph
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Ellsworth Kelly
Blue / Red-Orange / Green
1970
lithograph
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Ellsworth Kelly
Untitled
1973
lithograph
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Ellsworth Kelly
Dark Green Curve
1982
oil on canvas
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Ellsworth Kelly
Untitled
1986
stainless steel
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Ellsworth Kelly
Yellow on Blue
2001
oil on canvas
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Ellsworth Kelly
White Relief over Dark Blue
2002
oil on canvas
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

from Pharsalia

When blacke night reignes, or Phoebus gilds the noone,
The Priest himselfe trembles, afraid to spie
Or finde this woods tutelar Deitie.
    This wood he bids them fell: not standing fare
From off their worke: untoucht in former warre,
Among the other bared hills it stands
Of a thicke growth; the souldiers valiant hands
Trembled to strike, moov'd with the majestie,
And thinke the axe from off the sacred tree
Rebounding backe would their owne bodies wound:
Th'amazement of his men when Caesar found,
And first of all assaults a loftie oake;
And having wounded the religious tree,
Let no man feare to fell this wood (quoth he)
The guilt of this offence let Caesar bear.
The souldiers all obey, not voide of feare,
But ballancing the Gods, and Caesars frowne.
The knottie Holmes, the tall wild Ashes downe,
Joves sacred Oake, ship building Alder falles,
And Cypresses worne at great mens funeralls
Loosing their leaves, are forst t'admit the day;
The falling trees so thicke each other stay.
The Gaules lament to see the woods destroy'd:
But the besieged townesmen all orejoy'd
Hope that the wronged gods will vengeance take;
But gods oft spare the guiltiest men, and make
Poore wretches onely feele their vengefull hand.
When wood enough was fell'd waines they command
From every part; plowmen their seasons loose,
Whilst in this worke souldiers their teames dispose.

– Lucan (AD 39-65), translated by Thomas May (1626)