Bridget Riley

Bridget Riley, Untitled (Study for Circular Movement), 1961

Honoré Daumier

Honoré Daumier, Fumador e Bebedor de Absinto, c. 1860

Frederico Mira George

Frederico Mira George, Carta de Despedida I, Évora, 2019

Andre Kertesz

Andre Kertesz, Washington Square Day, 1954

Raoul Dufy

Raoul Dufy, Autoretrato, 1901

Those Winter Sundays

Sundays too my father got up early

And put his clothes on in the blueback cold,

then with cracked hands that ached

from labor in the weekday weather made

banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.

I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.

When the rooms were warm, he'd call,

and slowly I would rise and dress,

fearing the chronic angers of that house,

Speaking indifferently to him,

who had driven out the cold

and polished my good shoes as well.

What did I know, what did I know

of love's austere and lonely offices?



Robert Hayden (1913-1980), Those Winter Sundays

Ernst Haeckel

Ernst Haeckel, Artforms of Nature, Líquenes, 1904

Le Monde de la Mer

Alfred Frédol , (Molusco sem concha)  Le Monde de La Mer, 1866

(via An Na)

James Ensor na praia

James Ensor na praia de Ostende, c.1890