Friday, September 18, 2026

Pattern Making

Anonymous German Artist
Repeat Pattern with Roses and Pinks
16th century
woodcut
Herzog Anton Ulrich Museum, Braunschweig

Virgil Solis
The Muse Terpsichore
before 1562
etching and engraving
Herzog Anton Ulrich Museum, Braunschweig

Anonymous Artist
Pressmark of the Heirs of Andreas Wechel, Frankfurt
1631
woodcut and letterpress
Museum für Angewandte Kunst, Vienna

Johann Baptist Homann
Flags of all the Seafaring Nations of the World
ca. 1700
hand-colored engraving
Herzog Anton Ulrich Museum, Braunschweig

Albert Klingner
National-Zeitung
(newspaper)
ca. 1900
lithograph (poster)
Kunstbibliothek, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin

Josef Sattler
Ex Libris Paul Voigt
ca. 1900
lithograph
Kunstbibliothek, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin

Koloman Moser
Jakob and Josef Kohn Furniture Company
ca. 1902-1906
lithograph (poster)
Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna

Franz Wiegele
Model Study
1908
drawing
Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna

Ernst Lübbert
Tolstoi
1911
lithograph (poster)
Kunstbibliothek, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin

C.F. Clarke
Moonlight in Winter
1912
photogravure
Kunstbibliothek, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin

Charlotte Wankel
Standing Figure
1926
oil on canvas
Nasjonalmuseet, Oslo

Alexander Rodchenko
Dynamic Column
1935
gelatin silver print
Institut Valencià d'Art Modern

Esteban Vicente
Número 4
1949
collage and mixed media on panel
Institut Valencià d'Art Modern

Alphons Freijmuth
Portrait of Pieter Holstein
1972
acrylic on canvas
Museum de Fundatie, Zwolle, Netherlands

Quique Company
ACTV
ca. 1987-93
screenprint
(poster for discotheque)
Institut Valencià d'Art Modern

Cy Twombly
Lepanto VII
2001
acrylic paint, crayon and graphite on canvas
Pinakothek der Moderne, Munich

Cleopatra
     How shall I plead my cause, when you, my judge,
     Already have condemned me? Shall I bring
     The love you bore me for my advocate?
     That now is turned against me, that destroys me,
     For love once past is at the best forgotten,
     But oftener sours to hate: 'twill please my Lord
     To ruin me, and therefore I'll be guilty.
     But could I once have thought it would have pleased you,
     That you would pry with narrow searching eyes
     Into my faults, severe to my destruction, 
     And watching all advantages with care
     That serve to make me wretched? Speak, my Lord,
     For I end here. Though I deserve this usage,
     Was it like you to give it?

Antony                                 Oh, you wrong me
     To think I sought this parting, or desired
     To accuse you more than what will clear myself
     And justify this breach.

                         *             *           *

Ventidius                                 O Siren! Siren!
     Yet grant that all the love she boasts were true,
     Has she not ruined you? I still urge that,
     That fatal consequence.    

Cleopatra                          The consequence indeed,
     For I dare challenge him, my greatest foe,
     To say it was designed . . .

– John Dryden, All for Love (1677)