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Guitar and Clarinet, 1920, Juan Gris
Medium: oil,canvas
Harbour and Room, Paul Nash, 1932, Tate
Purchased 1981 Size: support: 914 x 711 mm frame: 1107 x 905 x 105 mm Medium: Oil paint on canvas
http://www.tate.org.uk/art/artworks/nash-harbour-and-room-t03206
Bust of a Youth (Saint John the Baptist?), Francesco Mochi, 1625, Art Institute of Chicago: European Painting and Sculpture
One of the most individual sculptors of his age, Francesco Mochi possessed an astoun- ding technical prowess. Although his output was relatively small, Mochi was one of the most original artists to emerge in seventeenth-century Italy. His art is distinguished by energetic lines, dramatic movement, and subtle psychology. Here a taut precision characterizes the youthās garment, and a carefully composed rhythm governs Mochiās virtuoso treatment of the corkscrew curls. In contrast to the greater precision of the hair and drapery, the wistful expression of the youth, with his slightly parted lips, endows the sculpture with life. This work may have been conceived as a portrait, but it is more likely a biblical or mythological subject. The almost transcendent expression suggests that the sculpture may represent a religious figure, such as the youthful Saint John the Baptist. Its small scale suggests that the work was intended as an object for private contemplation. From the collection of the estate of Federico Gentili di Giuseppe; restricted gift of Mrs. Harold T. Martin through the Antiquarian Society; Major Acquisitions Centennial Endowment; through prior gift of Arthur Rubloff; European Decorative Arts Purchase Fund Size: 40.5 Ć 33 Ć 29 cm (15 7/8 Ć 13 Ć 11 3/8 in.) Medium: Marble, on variegated black marble socle
https://www.artic.edu/artworks/73413/
Group I, Philip Guston, 1964, Saint Louis Art Museum: Modern and Contemporary Art
https://www.slam.org/collection/objects/17357/
Mask of Fear, Paul Klee, 1932, MoMA: Painting and Sculpture
Nelson A. Rockefeller Fund Size: 39 5/8 x 22 ½" (100.4 x 57.1 cm) Medium: Oil on burlap
http://www.moma.org/collection/works/80410
Woman styling her hair, 1940, Pablo Picasso
Untitled (Red), Mira Schendel, 1964, MoMA: Drawings and Prints
Gift of Luisa Strina in memory of Lydia and Ferdinando Strina Size: 18 ½ x 9" (47 x 22.9 cm) Medium: Oil transfer drawing on paper
http://www.moma.org/collection/works/82301
A Fisherman Drinking Beside His Canoe, Paul Gauguin, 1894, Art Institute of Chicago: Prints and Drawings
Clarence Buckingham Collection Size: 206 Ć 140 mm (image/primary/secondary support) Medium: Wood-block print in black ink, with red, orange, yellow, green, blue, violet and brown watercolor and touches of red and orange gouache, on ivory Japanese paper, laid down on cream Japanese paper
https://www.artic.edu/artworks/37395/
Wynford Dewhurst (1864 - 1941)
A sunny ciel from France
Wynford Dewhurst (1864 - 1941)
A sunny ciel from France
Albert Leroy - Le MusƩe de Feltre, 1878 MusƩe d'art de Nantes
Of all the crazy things that happened to me during one critical spring semester at Stony Brook, hereās the one single day that stood above them all. Even though the āapple girlā turned me down at the ice cream place, I offered her then to join me to the Brooklyn Museum since I remembered that she loved those kinds of things, and I had to write up a report for art class. āYesā she said. A few days later I would board the afternoon train to New York City with my new iPod Classic (30GB) in hand filled with Boards Of Canada, Whitehouse, and Roy Ayers. I arrive at Penn Station finding her wearing her long-sleeve Felix The Cat shirt, a black long-sleeve zip-up, ripped jeans, purse and conductor hat. We met the 2 / 3 train that greeted us with those unforgettable screetching take-offs which are forever burnt in my mind. We take it and arrive a few blocks short of the museum during passing clouds, blue skies, sunshine, and light breezes on a beautiful April day.
I try to keep up with her quick feet before finally arriving at the museum where Joan Miroās Women, Birds, And A Star (1949) awaited, jotting lightning quick notes as she eyed a Rothko across from Miroās. We stayed at the museum until close and reversed the process back to Penn Station. We learned there was an hour wait for our Ronkonkoma line to arrive so we opt for tuna-fish sandwiches. As we sat on the floor of Penn Station eating our sandwiches, my phone rings. I pick up and it was Aziz, the Malaysian fashionista I met at work. It couldnāt come at a greater time while sitting right next to my apple-girl friend. She wanted to see how I was doing while trying like hell not breaking a sweat. I promised Iād call her back which she happily obliged. Clack went the phone. Apple and Iās Ronkonkoma train arrives and off we go.
During our one-hour ride, we would trade driverās license pics and our personal plans for the future. Mine was to graduate from Stony Brook by yearās end and move to New York City, inviting her to join me and meet up any day she felt like. That was a deal. She, however, had no immediate plans for hers. We later arrived at the Brentwood platform. I said my goodbyes to her and agreed to stay in touch. It would be the last time for six years I would see her. Unbeknownst to me, she would make a fateful, horrible decision that would change her entire life.
I will never forget that one April day for as long as I fucking live, and what I would give right now to experience it, one more time.
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to all the single folks out there craving companionship, craving a partner, craving love ā you will get your happily ever after. you will find a sweet soul who loves every part of you. you will find the one.
all in perfect timing. all at the right time.
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Loneliness, 1927, Carlos Saenz de Tejada