Tuesday, July 7, 2026

Visual Preferences (20th Century: 1921)

Edvard Munch
The Kiss
1921
oil on canvas
Museum of Fine Arts, Houston

Piet Mondrian
Painting I
1921
oil on canvas
Museum Ludwig, Cologne

Henri Matisse
Recumbent Woman
1921
oil on canvas
Barnes Foundation, Philadelphia

Henri Martin
Cottages in Spring
1921
oil on canvas
Musée Unterlinden, Colmar

Louis Marcoussis
Coupe de Fruits
1921
pigment on glass
Barnes Foundation, Philadelphia

George Luks
Mike McTeague
1921
oil on canvas
Wichita Art Museum, Kansas

Henri Le Sidaner
Small Table at Dusk
1921
oil on canvas
Ohara Museum of Art, Kurashiki, Japan

Moïse Kisling
Portrait of Renée Kisling
1921
oil on canvas
Museum Ludwig, Cologne

Ernst Ludwig Kirchner
Head of Nina Hard
1921
woodcut
Kupferstichkabinett, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin

Orval Hixon
Portrait of dancer Cleveland Bronner
1921
gelatin silver print
Wichita Art Museum, Kansas

Jacoba van Heemskerck
Image no. 126
1921
oil on canvas
Kunstmuseum, The Hague

Juan Gris
Le Canigou
1921
oil on canvas
Albright-Knox Art Gallery, Buffalo, New York

Julie de Graag
Portrait of a Woman
1921
drawing
Kröller-Müller Museum, Otterlo, Netherlands

Asa Cheffetz
Ex Libris - Hyde Smith
1921
wood-engraving
Clark Art Institute, Williamstown, Massachusetts

George Bellows
Portrait of Elsie Speicher
1921
lithograph
Amon Carter Museum, Fort Worth, Texas

Eugène Atget
Brothel in the town of Versailles
1921
gelatin silver print
Fralin Museum of Art, Charlottesville, Virginia

Short Ode to the Cuckoo

No one now imagines you answer idle questions 
How long shall I live? How long remain single?
Will butter be cheaper? – nor does your shout make
        husbands uneasy.

Compared with arias by the great performers
such as the merle, your two-note act is kid stuff:
our most hardened crooks are sincerely shocked by
        your nesting habits.

Science, Aesthetics, Ethics, may huff and puff but they
cannot extinguish your magic: you marvel
the commuter as you wondered the savage.
        Hence, in my diary,

where I normally enter nothing but social 
engagements and lately, the death of friends, I
scribble year after year when I first hear you,
        of a holy moment.

– W.H. Auden (1971)