Gustav Klimt, Medicine (recolored with Artificial Intelligence) , 1906

Kishin Shinoyama, The Birth 5, 1968

Tom Wesselmann, Nude, 1965

Jeanloup Sieff , Nu Pompier, Paris, 1956

Art Shay , Simone de Beauvoir, 1952

Théodore Gudin , Coucher de soleil sur un littoral, 1862

Carlos Schwabe , La Douleur, 1893

Ernst Fuchs, The Muse and Pegasus, 1979

Harald Slott-Møller, Bathing young girls, c. 1910

Hans Temple , The sculptor Rudolf Weyr in his studio , pre 1895

Il Palazzetto, a 17th century Palladian-style villa in Monselice, Italy. Redesigned by Carlo Scarpa in 1978, finished by his son Tobias in 2006.⁣

Edward Burra , John Deth (Hommage to Conrad Aiken) , 1932

Gerald Cooper, Still Life of Dead Sunflowers, mid 20th century

Peter Harskamp, Woman and Cat

I Believe by Jim Harrison

I believe in steep drop-offs, the thunderstorm across the lake
in 1949, cold winds, empty swimming pools,
the overgrown path to the creek, raw garlic,
used tires, taverns, saloons, bars, gallons of red wine,
abandoned farmhouses, stunted lilac groves,
gravel roads that end, brush piles, thickets, girls
who haven’t quite gone totally wild, river eddies,
leaky wooden boats, the smell of used engine oil,
turbulent rivers, lakes without cottages lost in the woods,
the primrose growing out of a cow skull, the thousands
of birds I’ve talked to all of my life, the dogs
that talked back, the Chihuahuan ravens that follow
me on long walks. The rattler escaping the cold hose,
the fluttering unknown gods that I nearly see
from the left corner of my blind eye, struggling
to stay alive in a world that grinds them underfoot.

Barking by Jim Harrison

The moon comes up.
The moon goes down.
This is to inform you
that I didn’t die young.
Age swept past me
but I caught up.
Spring has begun here and each day
brings new birds up from Mexico.
Yesterday I got a call from the outside
world but I said no in thunder.
I was a dog on a short chain
and now there’s no chain.