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| Jackson Pollock Mask 1941 oil on canvas Museum of Modern Art, New York |
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| Mark Tobey Washington (from the United States series) 1946 gouache on paper Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Jackson Pollock Guardians of the Secret 1943 oil on canvas San Francisco Museum of Modern Art |
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| Mark Tobey Northwest Drift 1958 tempera and gouache on paper, mounted on board Tate Modern, London |
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| Jackson Pollock Painting ca. 1944 gouache on panel Museum of Modern Art, New York |
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| Mark Tobey Space Rose 1959 tempera on paper private collection |
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| Jackson Pollock Gothic 1944 oil on canvas Museum of Modern Art, New York |
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| Mark Tobey Advance of History 1964 gouache and watercolor on paper Guggenheim Museum, New York |
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| Jackson Pollock No. 7 1950 oil and enamel on canvas Museum of Modern Art, New York |
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| Mark Tobey October 1971 lithograph Madison Museum of Contemporary Art, Wisconsin |
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| Jackson Pollock Echo: number 25 1951 enamel on canvas Museum of Modern Art, New York |
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| Mark Tobey Apparuit 1971 screenprint private collection |
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| Jackson Pollock Convergence 1952 oil on canvas Buffalo AKG Art Museum, New York |
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| Mark Tobey Flame of Colors 1974 lithograph Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Jackson Pollock Ritual 1953 oil on canvas National Gallery of Art, Washington DC |
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| Mark Tobey Confusion 1975 lithograph private collection |
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| Jackson Pollock White Light 1954 oil and enamel on canvas Museum of Modern Art, New York |
from Little Gidding
Let me disclose the gifts reserved for age
To set a crown upon your lifetime's effort.
First, the cold friction of expiring sense
Without enchantment, offering no promise
But bitter tastelessness of shadow fruit
As body and soul begin to fall asunder.
Second, the conscious impotence of rage
At human folly, and the laceration
Of laughter at what ceases to amuse.
And last, the rending pain of re-enactment
Of all that you have done, and been; the shame
Of motives late revealed, and the awareness
Of things ill done and done to others' harm
Which once you took for exercise of virtue.
– T.S. Eliot (1942)