Tuesday, November 3, 2026

Violet Tints

Lola Flash
Boys Kissing, Provincetown
ca. 1988
C-print
Museum of Modern Art, New York


Jedd Garet
Two
1984
acrylic on canvas
Museum of Modern Art, New York

Frederick Hammersley
Side-wise
1994
oil on linen
San Francisco Museum of Modern Art

Ludwig Hohlwein
Starnberger See
1910
lithograph (poster)
Museum of Modern Art, New York

Takenobu Igarashi
Alphabet Gallery Poster Calendar (January)
1987
offset-lithograph
San Francisco Museum of Modern Art

Ronnie Landfield
Diamond Lake
1969
acrylic on canvas
Museum of Modern Art, New York

Roy Lichtenstein
Modern Painting with Bolt
1967
oil on canvas
Museum of Modern Art, New York

Elizabeth Peyton
Liam & Noel, Loch Lomond
1997
oil on canvas
San Francisco Museum of Modern Art

Jack Tworkov
Variables II
1964-65
oil on canvas
private collection

Serge Vandercam
Leda and the Swan I
1962
watercolor and gouache on paper
private collection

Matthias Weischer
Blatt
2013
oil on canvas
private collection

Trevor Winkfield
Sèvres Corset Bouquet
2006
acrylic on linen
private collection

Jean-Baptiste Armand Guillaumin
Puy Barriou, Creuse
ca. 1911
oil on canvas
Milwaukee Art Museum, Wisconsin

František Kupka
Shades of Violet
1919
oil on canvas
Milwaukee Art Museum, Wisconsin

Vicki Varvaressos
Vases
2023
acrylic on canvas
private collection

John Wells
Untitled Painting
1961-63
oil on canvas
Palant House Gallery, Chichester, West Sussex

Tom Phillips
The Artist's Mother at 18 and 88
1989
acrylic on canvas
Ashmolean Museum, Oxford

Brother Fire

When our brother Fire was having his dog's day
Jumping the London streets with millions of tin cans
Clanking at his tail, we heard some shadow say
'Give the dog a bone' – and so we gave him ours;
Night after night we watched him slaver and crunch away
The beams of human life, the tops of topless towers.

Which gluttony of his for us was Lenten fare
Who mother-naked, suckled with sparks, were chill
Though cotted in a grille of sizzling air
Striped like a convict – black, yellow and red;
Thus were we weaned to knowledge of the Will
That wills the natural world but wills us dead.

O delicate walker, babbler, dialectician Fire,
O enemy and image of ourselves,
Did we not on those morning after the All Clear,
When you were looting shops in elemental joy
And singing as you swarmed up city block and spire,
Echo your thought in ours? 'Destroy! Destroy!'

– Louis MacNeice (1943)