Sunday, November 8, 2026

Selves

Nicola Tyson
Red Self Portrait
1996
oil on canvas
San Francisco Museum of Modern Art


Nicola Tyson
Self Portrait Walking Around
1996
oil on canvas
San Francisco Museum of Modern Art

Maria Lassnig
Transparent Self Portrait
1987
oil on canvas
Museum of Modern Art, New York

Janet Delaney
Self Portrait
1981
pigment print
Fine Arts Museums of San Francisco (Achenbach Foundation)

Sally Mann
Self Portrait
1974
gelatin silver print
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Helen Torr
Self Portrait
ca. 1937-38
oil on canvas
Art Bridges Foundation, Bentonville, Arkansas

Helen Torr
Self Portrait
1935
oil on canvas
Smith College Museum of Art,
Northampton, Massachusetts

Suzanne Valadon
Self Portrait
1931
oil on canvas
private collection

Suzanne Valadon
Self Portrait in a Mirror
1927
oil on canvas
Musée de Montmartre

Alice Burr
Self Portrait in Furs
ca. 1910
autochrome
Fine Arts Museums of San Francisco
(Achenbach Foundation)

Marie Laurencin
Self Portrait
1906
colored pencils on paper
Museum of Modern Art, New York

Elise Nemes-Ransonnet
Self Portrait
1878
oil on canvas
Gallerie degli Uffizi, Florence

Élisabeth Vigée Le Brun
Self Portrait in Studio Costume
ca. 1800
oil on canvas
Clark Art Institute, Williamstown, Massachusetts

Élisabeth Vigée Le Brun
Self Portrait in Straw Hat
after 1782
oil on canvas
National Gallery, London

Élisabeth Vigée Le Brun
Self Portrait at age sixteen
1771
pastel on paper
private collection

Rosalba Carriera
Self Portrait with Laurel Wreath
ca. 1746-47
pastel on paper
Gallerie dell'Accademia, Venice

Michaelina Woutier
Bacchanal
(self portrait in pink at extreme right)
before 1659
oil on canvas
Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna

from The History of the Flood

So they came in two by two,
The elephant, the kangaroo,
And the gnu,
And the little tiny shrew.

Then the birds
Flocked in like wingèd words:
Two racket-tailed motmots, two macaws,
Two nuthatches and two
Little bright robins.

And the reptiles: the gila monster, the slow-worm,
The green mamba, the cottonmouth and the alligator –
All squirmed in;
And after a very lengthy walk,
Two giant Galapagos tortoises.

And the insects in their hierarchies:
A queen ant, a king ant, a queen wasp, a king wasp,
A queen bee, a king bee,
And all the beetles, bugs, and mosquitoes,
Cascaded in like glittering, murmurous jewels.

But the fish had their wish;
For the rain came down.
People began to drown:
The wicked, the rich –
They gasped out bubbles of pure gold,
Which exhalations
Rose to the constellations.

So for forty day and forty nights
They were on the waste of waters
In those cramped quarters.
It was very dark, damp and lonely.
There was nothing to see, but only
The rain which continued to drop.
It did not stop.

– John Heath-Stubbs (1959)