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| Alexander Kosolapov The History of All 1990 acrylic on canvas Nasher Museum of Art, Durham, North Carolina |
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| Alexander Kosolapov Malevich Marlboro Series 1990 acrylic on canvas Nasher Museum of Art, Durham, North Carolina |
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| Toba Tucker Suzanne Hayes, Prom Night 1990 gelatin silver print Los Angeles County Museum of Art |
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| Toba Tucker Mike Eager, Prom Night 1990 gelatin silver print Los Angeles County Museum of Art |
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| Mary Henry After Scarlatti 1990 acrylic on canvas Tacoma Art Museum, Washington State |
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| Joan Fontcuberta Tyrannosaurus Leg 1990 gelatin silver print Art Institute of Chicago |
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| Ron Fundingsland Cross Bearings 1990 intaglio Seattle Art Museum |
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| David Mecalco Thank you, Dear Virgin, for healing my Deadly Illness 1990 paint on metal (ex voto) Fowler Museum at UCLA |
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| David Mecalco My Dear Son Ramon was Mortally Ill and the Dear Virgin miraculously Healed Him 1990 painted wood relief (ex voto) Fowler Museum at UCLA |
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| Nicholas Nixon Clementine, Bebe and Sam, Cambridge 1990 gelatin silver print Art Institute of Chicago |
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| Sally Mann Three Generations 1990 gelatin silver print Art Institute of Chicago |
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| Horace Farlowe Abstract 1990 oil on canvas North Carolina Museum of Art, Raleigh |
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| Gerhard Richter Park 1990 oil paint over lithograph on paper Dallas Museum of Art |
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| William Klein Club Allegro Fortissimo, Paris 1990 gelatin silver print Fralin Museum of Art, Charlottesville, Virginia |
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| Richard Artschwager Bookends 1990 wood and formica Walker Art Center, Minneapolis |
from Ischia
Always with some cool space or shaded surface, too,
you offer a reason to sit down; tasting what bees
from the blossoming chestnut
or short but shapely dark-haired men
from the aragonian grape distil, your amber wine,
your coffee-colored honey, we believe that our
lives are as welcome to us as
loud explosions are to your saints.
Not that you lie about pain or pretend that a time
of darkness and outcry will not come back; upon
your quays, reminding the happy
stranger that all is never well,
sometimes a donkey breaks out into a choking wail
of utter protest at what is the case or his
master sighs for Brooklyn
where shirts are silk and pants are new,
far from Restituta's all-too-watchful eye,
whose annual patronage, they say, is bought with blood.
That, blessed and formidable
Lady, we hope is not true, but, since
nothing is free, whatever you charge shall be paid,
that these days of exotic splendor may stand out
in each lifetime like marble
mileposts in an alluvial land.
– W.H. Auden (1948)