Sunday, May 17, 2026

Untitled

Carl Robert Holty
Untitled
1937
lithograph
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC


Hans Hofmann
Untitled
ca. 1940
gouache and crayon on paper
Guggenheim Museum, New York

Richard Nickel
Untitled (Garrick Theater)
ca. 1955
gelatin silver print
Art Institute of Chicago

June Harwood
Untitled (Sliver series)
1960-61
acrylic on canvas
Benton Museum of Art, Pomona College, California

Thomas George
Untitled
ca. 1965
lithograph
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Scott Hyde
Untitled (Nude)
ca. 1965
lithograph
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Cleve Gray
Untitled
1968
lithograph
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Al Held
Untitled
before 1974
screenprint
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Olivia Parker
Untitled #10
1980
dye imbibition print
Art Institute of Chicago

John Fox
Untitled no. 8203
1982
mixed media on canvas
private collection

Adam Fuss
Untitled
1986
gelatin silver print
Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia

Thomas Nozkowski
Untitled (7-84)
1996
oil on linen, mounted on panel
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Francesco Clemente
Untitled #6
1998
watercolor on paper
Denver Art Museum

Dwight Marica
Untitled 3
2002
polystyrene
Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen, Rotterdam

Laura Owens
Untitled
2004
oil and acrylic on linen
Art Institute of Chicago

Sonia Gomes
Untitled
2009
textile fabrics wound onto wire
Guggenheim Museum, New York

Gauri Gill
Untitled (8)
2015
pigment print
Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney

The Unbeliever

He sleeps on the top of a mast
with his eyes fast closed.
The sails fall away below him
like the sheets of his bed,
leaving out in the air of the night the sleeper's head.

Asleep he was transported there,
asleep he curled
in a gilded ball on the mast's top,
or climbed inside
a gilded bird, or blindly seated himself astride.

"I am founded on marble pillars,"
said a cloud. "I never move.
See the pillars there in the sea?"
Secure in introspection
he peers at the watery pillars of his reflection.

A gull had wings under his
and remarked that the air
was "like marble."  He said: "Up here
I tower through the sky
for the marble wings on my tower-top fly."

But he sleeps on the top of his mast
with his eyes closed tight.
The gull inquired into his dream,
which was, "I must not fall.
The spangled sea below wants me to fall.
It is hard as diamonds, it wants to destroy us all."

– Elizabeth Bishop (1946)