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| Emily K. Herron Untitled before 1893 cyanotype Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia |
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| Jay van Everen Untitled ca. 1920 hand-colored stencil-print Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Carl Holty Untitled 1932 drawing Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Jean Hélion Untitled 1939 watercolor, gouache and ink on paper Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Walter Isaacs Untitled ca. 1940-50 oil on paper Tacoma Art Museum, Washington State |
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| Hans Hofmann Untitled 1942 ink and crayon on paper Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC |
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| Donald Friend Untitled ca. 1943 watercolor, gouache and ink on paper National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
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| Charles Howard Untitled 1944 oil on canvas Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Adolph Gottlieb Untitled 1946 watercolor on paper Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC |
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| Herbert Ferber Untitled 1970 screenprint Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Menashe Kadishman Untitled 1970 screenprint Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC |
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| Joe Furlonger Untitled 1988 charcoal and colored chalk on paper National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
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| Bruce Davidson Untitled 1992 gelatin silver print Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC |
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| Peter Fischli and David Weiss Untitled 1994 carved and painted polyurethane (assemblage of 164 trompe-l'œil objects) Guggenheim Museum, New York |
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| Laura Owens Untitled 1994 oil and acrylic canvas Whitney Museum of American Art, New York |
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| Tom Friedman Untitled 2001 chicken-wire and painted styrofoam balls Guggenheim Museum, New York |
from Arrival at Santos
Here is a coast; here is a harbor;
here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery:
impractically shaped and – who knows? self-pitying mountains,
sad and harsh beneath their frivolous greenery,
with a little church on top of one. And warehouses,
some of them painted a feeble pink, or blue,
and some tall, uncertain palms. Oh, tourist,
is this how this country is going to answer you
and your immodest demands for a different world,
and a better life, and complete comprehension
of both at last, and immediately,
after eighteen days of suspension?
Finish your breakfast. The tender is coming,
a strange and ancient craft, flying a strange and brilliant rag.
So that's the flag. I never saw it before.
I somehow never thought of there being a flag,
but of course there was, all along.
– Elizabeth Bishop (1952)