Friday, April 17, 2026

Fauna

Alec Soth
Two Towels
2004
C-print
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC


Volker Seding
Double-Wattled Cassowary - San Antonio, Texas
1989
C-print
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Anonymous French Sculptor
Capital with Birds and Lions
ca. 1150-1200
limestone
Musée du Louvre

Volker Seding
Kudu - Heidelberg, Germany
1989
C-print
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Daniel Faust
Flying Squirrel
1982
inkjet print
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

Volker Seding
Malay Tapir - Brookfield Zoo, Chicago
1985
C-print
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Alan Magee
Profile
2000
acrylic on panel
Delaware Art Museum, Wilmington

Volker Seding
Pigmy Hippopotamus - National Zoo, Washington DC
1987
C-print
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Hassel Smith
Bird Lover
1957
oil on canvas
San Jose Museum of Art, California

Volker Seding
Sleeping Lion - Jacksonville Zoo, Florida
1986
C-print
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Richard Bosman
Struggle
1984
oil on canvas
Loeb Art Center, Vassar College
Poughkeepsie, New York

Volker Seding
Snow Leopard - San Antonio, Texas
1987
C-print
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Maggi Hambling
The Holyrood
1987
oil on canvas
Scottish National Gallery of Modern Art, Edinburgh

Volker Seding
Sykes Monkey - Southport, England
1990
C-print
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Joseph Cornell
Aviary with Multiple Birds
1942
wood, glass, printed paper, found objects
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Volker Seding
White Rhinoceros - Chester, England
1990
C-print
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Julian Alden Weir
Children Burying a Bird
1878
oil on canvas
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

from A Hymn to the Name and Honour of the Admirable Saint Teresa 

How kindly will thy gentle heart
Kiss the sweet-killing dart,
And close in his embraces keep
Those delicious wounds that weep
Balsam to heal themselves with! Thus,
When these thy deaths so numerous
Shall all at last die into one,
And melt thy soul's sweet mansion,
Like a soft lump of incense, hasted
By too hot a fire, and wasted
Into perfuming clouds, so fast
Shalt thou exhale to heaven at last,
In a resolving sigh, and then, 
O what? Ask not the tongues of men.

– Richard Crashaw (1648)