Sunday, May 3, 2026

Untitled

Aubrey Beardsley
Untitled
1896
line-block print
Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia


El Lissitzky
Untitled
ca. 1919-20
oil on canvas
Peggy Guggenheim Collection, Venice

Rudolf Bauer
Untitled
1933
crayon, ink and gouache on paper
Guggenheim Museum, New York

Sonia Gechtoff
Untitled
1952
lithograph
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Mary Webb
Untitled
1956
collage of colored and painted papers
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Larry Bell
Untitled
1960
oil on paper mounted on panel
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Claire Falkenstein
Untitled
ca. 1965
lithograph
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Todd Walker
Untitled
1970
gelatin silver print
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Alexander Liberman
Untitled
1970
lithograph
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Helen Lundeberg
Untitled
1971
screenprint
Los Angeles County Museum of Art

Leon Levinstein
Untitled
ca. 1973
gelatin silver print
Portland Museum of Art, Maine

Richard Estes
Untitled
1974-75
screenprint
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Frances Barth
Untitled
1977
oil on canvas
Minneapolis Institute of Art

William Eggleston
Untitled
1978
C-print
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Dick Wray
Untitled
ca. 1990-95
oil on canvas
Dallas Museum of Art

Rick Lowe
Untitled
2020
acrylic paint and paper collage on canvas
Menil Collection, Houston

Stanley Whitney
Untitled
2019
oil pastel on paper
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

One Art

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

– Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

– Elizabeth Bishop (1976)