Ornithomancy No. 1 — Walton Ford

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Ornithomancy No. 1, 2000 by Walton Ford (b. 1960)

27 still frames from Wong Kar-Wai’s Chungking Express

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Darwin — Juan Travieso

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Darwin, 2018 by Juan Travieso (b. 1987)

Shotgun — James Rieck

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Shotgun, 2012 by James Rieck (b. 1965)

Home — Cinta Vidal

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Home, 2018 by Cinta Vidal (b. 1979)

The Painter’s Mother — Lucian Freud

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The Painter’s Mother, 1984 by Lucian Freud (1922-2011)

Ballad for Frida Kahlo — Alice Rahon

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Ballad for Frida Kahlo, 1966  by Alice Rahon (1904–1987)

Ilketshall — Stuart Pearson Wright

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Ilketshall, 2014 by Stuart Pearson Wright (b. 1975)

One Too Many — Clive Smith

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One Too Many, 2001 by Clive Smith (b. 1967)

Faux Tableau — Scott Greene

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Faux Tableau, 2018 by Scott Greene

Boy with Book — Quint Buchholz 

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Boy with Book, 2013 by Quint Buchholz (b. 1957)

Visitation (Detail) — Pontormo

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Visitation, 1529 by  Pontormo (1494 –1557)

The Soul of Wine — Carlos Schwabe

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The Soul of Wine, 1900 by Carlos Schwabe (1866–1926)

Illustration for Les Fleurs du mal by Charles Baudelaire.

“The Soul of Wine”

by

Charles Baudelaire

English translation by

William Aggeler


One night, the soul of wine was singing in the flask:
“O man, dear disinherited! to you I sing
This song full of light and of brotherhood
From my prison of glass with its scarlet wax seals.

I know the cost in pain, in sweat,
And in burning sunlight on the blazing hillside,
Of creating my life, of giving me a soul:
I shall not be ungrateful or malevolent,

For I feel a boundless joy when I flow
Down the throat of a man worn out by his labor;
His warm breast is a pleasant tomb
Where I’m much happier than in my cold cellar.

Do you hear the choruses resounding on Sunday
And the hopes that warble in my fluttering breast?
With sleeves rolled up, elbows on the table,
You will glorify me and be content;

I shall light up the eyes of your enraptured wife,
And give back to your son his strength and his color;
I shall be for that frail athlete of life
The oil that hardens a wrestler’s muscles.

Vegetal ambrosia, precious grain scattered
By the eternal Sower, I shall descend in you
So that from our love there will be born poetry,
Which will spring up toward God like a rare flower!”

 

Armless (George Herriman’s Krazy Kat)

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Two Elders Seated — Jayne Holsinger

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Two Elders Seated, 2007 by Jayne Holsinger

Mayday — Julie Heffernan

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Mayday, 2018 by Julie Heffernan (b. 1956)

Head — Gerhard Richter

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Head, 2005 by Gerhard Richter (b. 1932)