Monday, May 18, 2026

Rendering Water

Johann Reger
War Galleys Advancing
1496
woodcut and letterpress
Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna


Ignaz Raffalt
Boat Trip after the Rain
1849
oil on panel
Liechtenstein Museum, Vienna

Albert Pinkham Ryder
Homeward Bound
ca. 1883-84
oil on canvas, mounted on panel
Phillips Collection, Washington DC

Georges Seurat
Study of the Seine from La Grande Jatte
1888
oil on panel
Musée Fin-de-Siècle, Brussels

Arthur Rackham
In the Austrian Tyrol
1901
watercolor on paper
Agnes Etherington Art Centre, Kingston, Ontario

Antoine Ponchin
Houses on the Water at Martigues
ca. 1905
oil on canvas
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Nîmes

Tom Thomson
A Northern Lake
1914
oil on panel
Art Gallery of Ontario, Toronto

Donna Schuster
Garden Reflections
ca. 1925
oil on canvas
Crocker Art Museum, Sacramento, California

Williams, Brown & Earle (Philadelphia)
Garden Fountain, Château de Courances
1936
hand-colored lantern slide
Archives of American Gardens, Washington DC

Angelo Pinto
Icarus
ca. 1944
painted glass
Barnes Foundation, Philadelphia

Arthur Tress
Boy Under Bridge, Queens N.Y.
1970
gelatin silver print
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Michaele Vollbracht (designer)
Shopping Bag from Bloomingdale's, New York
ca. 1978
screenprint on paper bag
Cooper Hewitt, Smithsonian Design Museum

Joanne Tod
Chapeau Entaillé
1989
oil on canvas
Art Gallery of Ontario, Toronto

Hiroshi Sugimoto
Tasman Sea, Ngarupupu
1990
gelatin silver print
Guggenheim Museum, New York

Ed Pien
Pond #6
1993
oil on canvas
Agnes Etherington Art Centre, Kingston, Ontario

Jack Stuppin
Window Rock
1995
acrylic on canvas
San Jose Museum of Art, California

Lucas Samaras
Conflict 23
2003
inkjet print
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Large Bad Picture

Remembering the Strait of Belle Isle or
some northerly harbor of Labrador,
before he became a schoolteacher
a great uncle painted a big picture.

Receding for miles on either side
into a flushed, still sky
are overhanging pale blue cliffs
hundreds of feet high,

their bases fretted by little arches,
the entrance to caves
running in along the level of a bay
masked by perfect waves.

On the middle of that quiet floor
sits a fleet of small black ships,
square-rigged, sails furled, motionless, 
their spars like burnt match-sticks.

And high above them, over the tall cliffs'
semi-translucent ranks,
are scribbled hundreds of fine black birds
hanging in n's in banks.

One can hear their crying, crying,
the only sound there is
except for occasional sighing
as a large aquatic animal breathes.

In the pink light
the small red sun goes rolling, rolling,
round and round and round at the same height
in perpetual sunset, comprehensive, consoling,

while the ships consider it.
Apparently they have reached their destination.
It would be hard to say what brought them there,
commerce or contemplation.

– Elizabeth Bishop (1946)