Wednesday, July 22, 2026

Visual Preferences (20th Century: 1936)

Stanley Anderson
What a Piece of Work is Man
1936
engraving
Dallas Museum of Art

Berenice Abbott
Lyric Theatre, Third Avenue, New York City
1936
gelatin silver print
Dallas Museum of Art

Walker Evans
Faces, Pennsylvania Town
1936
gelatin silver print
Art Institute of Chicago

Hans Hofmann
Untitled (Yellow Table on Green)
1936
oil on board
Dallas Museum of Art

Rockwell Kent
And Now Where?
1936
lithograph
Seattle Art Museum

Clare Leighton
Corsican Washerwomen
1936
wood engraving
Akron Art Museum, Ohio

Henri Matisse
Reclining Nude with Blue Eyes
1936
oil on canvas
Barnes Foundation, Philadelphia

Stephan Mautner
Coracias garrulus
1936
watercolor on paper
Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna

Georgia O'Keeffe
Pedernal with Red Hills
1936
oil on linen
New Mexico Museum of Art, Santa Fe

Karl Anton Reichel
Portrait of a Woman
1936
drypoint
Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna

Herschel C. Logan
Toadstool Rocks
1936
color woodblock print and letterpress
(advertising image)
Wichita Art Museum, Kansas

Georges Rouault
Ecce Homo
1936
color etching
Loeb Art Center, Vassar College, Poughkeepsie, New York

Rosario Velasco Belausteguigoitia
Massacre of the Innocents
1936
oil on canvas
Museo de Bellas Artes de Valencia

André Bauchant
Baptism of Christ
1936
oil on canvas
Clemens-Sels Museum, Neuss

Frede Vidar
April in the Square
1936
oil on canvas (WPA project)
Blanton Museum of Art, Austin, Texas

N.C. Wyeth
Bright and Fair - Eight Bells
1936
oil on canvas
Farnsworth Art Museum, Rockland, Maine

You

Really, must you, 
Over-familiar
Dense companion,
Be there always?
The bond between us
Is chimerical surely:
Yet I cannot break it.

Must I, born for 
Sacred play,
Turn base mechanic
So you may worship
Your secular bread,
With no thought
Of the value of time?

Thus far I have known your
Character only
From its pleasanter side,
But you know I know
A day will come
When you grow savage
And hurt me badly.

Totally stupid?
Would that you were:
But, no, you plague me
With tastes I was fool enough
Once to believe in.
Bah!, blockhead:
I know where you learned them.

Can I trust you even
On creaturely fact?
I suspect strongly
You hold some dogma
Of positive truth,
And feed me fictions:
I shall never prove it.

Oh, I know how you came by
A sinner's cranium,
How between two glaciers
The master-chronometer
Of an innocent primate
Altered its tempi:
That explains nothing.

Who tinkered and why?
Why am I certain,
Whatever your faults are,
The fault is mine, 
Why is loneliness not
A chemical discomfort,
Nor Being a smell?

– W.H. Auden (1960)