Wednesday, October 7, 2026

Visual Preferences (20th Century: 1987)

Katharina Fritsch
Brain
1987
plaster
Walker Art Center, Minneapolis

Tina Barney
Jill and Polly in the Bathroom
1987
C-print
Art Institute of Chicago

Charles Bechtle
Sea Storm
1987
watercolor on paper
Farnsworth Art Museum, Rockland, Maine

Ken Kelly
Secret Blood
1987
oil on canvas
Seattle Art Museum

Richard Misrach
Bomb Crater (Pink) - Bravo 20 Bombing Range, Nevada
1987
C-print
Akron Art Museum, Ohio

David Bates
The Dock Builder
1987
oil on canvas
Delaware Art Museum, Wilmington

Theophilus Brown
Untitled (Industrial Cityscape)
1987
acrylic on canvas
Crocker Art Museum, Sacramento

Richard Diebenkorn
Blue with Red
1987
color woodblock print
McNay Art Museum, San Antonio, Texas

John Fraser
H.O. (Home Office)
1987
collage on paper
McNay Art Museum, San Antonio, Texas

Vernon Fisher
Study for the Construction of Oranges (Parachute)
1987
mixed media on paper
Dallas Museum of Art

Margaret Ponce Israel
Lidded Vessel
1987
painted and glazed whiteware
Racine Art Museum, Wisconsin
 
James Hayward
Spartan
1987
oil paint and wax on canvas
San Jose Museum of Art, California

Michael Kenna
Sand Mounds, Kyoto
1987
gelatin silver print
San Diego Museum of Art

Kyle Highsmith
Crepe Myrtle, Hot Sunday
1987
oil on canvas
North Carolina Museum of Art, Raleigh

Anonymous Spanish Photographer
Punks
1987
gelatin silver print
San Diego Museum of Art 

Marsha Burns
Alessandro, Rome
1987
gelatin silver print
Dallas Museum of Art

Fleet Visit

The sailors come ashore
Out of their hollow ships,
Mild-looking middle-class boys 
Who read the comic strips;
One baseball game is more
To them than fifty Troys.

They look a bit lost, set down
In this unamerican place
Where natives pass with laws
And futures of their own;
They are not here because
But only just-in-case.

The whore and ne'er-do-well
Who pester them with junk
In their grubby ways at least
Are serving the social Beast;
They neither make nor sell –
No wonder they get drunk.

But their ships on the vehement blue
Of this harbor actually gain
From having nothing to do;
Without a human will
To tell them whom to kill
Their structures are humane

And, far from looking lost,
Look as if they were meant
To be pure abstract design
By some master of pattern and line,
Certainly worth every cent
Of the billions they must have cost.

– W.H. Auden (1951)