Monday, June 1, 2026

Shells / Rocks

Balthasar van der Ast
Sea Shells
ca. 1640
oil on panel
Phoenix Art Museum, Arizona


Johann Rudolf Byss
Large Scallop Shell with Flowers and Goldfinch
1694
oil on canvas
Liechtenstein Museum, Vienna

Pier Leone Ghezzi
Shell Ornament
1726
drawing
British Museum

Sarah Stone
Shells
1781
watercolor on paper
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Richard Daintree
Granite Rocks, The Anakies
ca. 1864
albumen print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Richard Daintree
Two Shells
ca. 1865-70
albumen silver print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Carleton Watkins
Seal Rocks off San Francisco
ca. 1866-68
albumen silver print
Getty Museum, Los Angeles

Elizabeth Eaton Burton
Lily Lamp
ca. 1905-1910
hammered copper and abalone shells
Crocker Art Museum, Sacramento, California

Henry Schnakenberg
Shell and Lemons
1929
oil on canvas
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Paul Klee
Rocks at Night
1939
watercolor and ink on paper
Guggenheim Museum, New York

Yutaka Ohashi
Stone Garden
1955
oil with metal leaf on canvas
Guggenheim Museum, New York

Gertrude Hermes
Stonehenge
1959
color linocut
British Museum

Larry Schwarm
Limestone, Chase County, Kansas
1974
gelatin silver print
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Richard Benson
Stones of Newport
1977-78
palladium print
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Merrill Mahaffey
Toroweap Rock II
1978
acrylic on canvas
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Arnold Zageris
Fractured Rock of Labrador
1993
C-print
National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa

Agathe Snow
Curiously Civilized, Old Rock Creations, Childproof, Easter Island, Stonehenge
2010
assemblage of mixed materials
Guggenheim Museum, New York

Barbara Epstein

Sometime near dawn, driving a stolen car
So fast I will never arrive,
Floating without a destination and without a license
Along the empty highways across the Mississippi from St. Louis,
Just the occasional big interstate truck's

Prong of headlights sticking into the dark
Through the misty summer odor of to get away!
At age fifteen, too young to drive or drink –
Is what I did a lot of, with a lot of drink,
And the driver's-side window open

To loll my head out to sniff the oncoming breeze like a dog,
Quaffing the opiate of the gigantic fields of Illinois,
Sucking in deep breaths of the husky
Thick bittersweet bituminous
Rising already at this early hour from the factory smokestacks

Of collapsing factories made of roseate bricks.
Ecstatic, as though of prednisone I had drunk,
And that cold black earth smell out in the boondocks.
And Vergil takes me by the hand as we descend
To meet the shades of Homer, Ovid, Horace, Lucan.

And I stop to give those greats a ride at dawn
And in their company at sunrise whoosh to wherever I belong
On wings of song.
How in the world does this connect to Barbara Epstein?
This is a way of bringing flowers to her shrine.

If I'm constantly stealing my father's cars, forever, she is forever
Founding co-editor of The New York Review of Books, and that's better  –
Even though she nearly always canceled at the last minute
Every lunch date she ever made with anyone, or so it seemed!
One of the great editors

(And even in that wicked world everyone revered her)
Could be relied on to cancel
The lunch date with you she herself had made.
It was her tic nerveux to have to.
This is what happens when you think of someone no longer alive you love. 

– Frederick Seidel (2018)