prints and drawings collection

Happy Valentine’s Day!

With a couple posed in a loving embrace, encircled by large pink hearts, a reference to the frivolity that characterizes French Rococo painting, Kerry James Marshall’s Study for Vignette meditates on beauty, love, romance, and harmony in the black experience. Learn more about the work. 

[Kerry James Marshall. Study for Vignette. 2004. Crayon, gouache, and pencil on paper. The Judith Rothschild Foundation Contemporary Drawings Collection Gift. © 2017 Kerry James Marshall]

“I just decided when someone says you can’t do something, do more of it.” - Faith Ringgold

Faith Ringgold’s Freedom Woman Now (Political Posters) from 1971. In honor of International Women’s Day. See more of Ringgold’s works at mo.ma/faithringgold

(Cut-and-pasted colored paper on board. The Abby Aldrich Rockefeller Endowment for Prints. © 2017 Faith Ringgold/Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York)

1561 celestial phenomenon over Nuremberg

The 1561 celestial phenomenon over Nuremberg was a mass sighting of celestial phenomena or unidentified flying objects (UFO) above Nuremberg, Germany. The phenomenon has been interpreted by some modern UFO enthusiasts as an aerial battle, possibly of extraterrestrial origin.
Around dawn on April 14, 1561, residents of Nuremberg saw what they described as an aerial battle, followed by the appearance of a large black triangular object and then a large crash outside of the city. According to witnesses, there were hundreds of spheres, cylinders and other odd-shaped objects that moved erratically overhead.

A broadsheet news article was printed later that month, describing the event. The broadsheet, illustrated with a woodcut engraving and text by Hans Glaser, measures 26.2 centimetres (10.3 in) by 38.0 centimetres (15.0 in). The document is archived in the prints and drawings collection at the Zentralbibliothek Zürich in Zurich, Switzerland. The broadsheet describes objects of various shapes including crosses, globes, two lunar crescents, a black spear and tubular objects from which several smaller, round objects emerged and darted around the sky at dawn.

Five Times Enjolras Almost Proposed to Grantaire, and Twice He Did

@ionlyrunfromshameyour wish is my command. Established ExR, Modern AU, fluffy as fluffy can be.

Grantaire bounced on the balls of his feet, barely able to contain his excitement as the line into the Louvre inched forward. “So I know I’ve said it like a bajillion times, but I really appreciate you coming here with me.”

“It’s not like it’s a hardship for me to spend time with you on our vacation to Paris,” Enjolras said, amused. “I may not be as into art as you, but there’s some great pieces in the Louvre – Delacroix’s Liberty Leading the People; Meissonier’s The Barricade, rue de la Mortellerie, June 1848; Vien’s The Triumph of the Republic…I could go on.”

Rolling his eyes good-naturedly, Grantaire looped his arm through Enjolras’s and leaned his head against his shoulder. “Naturally, I should have guessed where your interest would lie. Just promise me you’re not going to pull a Bastille reaction and start crying.”

Enjolras scowled at him. “Look, it was our first night in Paris, I had had a bit too much wine at your insistence, I would remind you, and it’s an emotional part of history.”

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Happy birthday José-Guadalupe Posada

José-Guadalupe Posada was born on this day in 1852. Posada used images of skeletons and #calaveras, or skulls, in his satirical cartoons. He once said, “La muerte es democrática, ya que a fin de cuentas, güera, morena, rica o pobre, toda la gente acaba siendo calavera,“ or, “Death is democratic, because when it comes down to it – fair or dark, rich or poor – everyone winds up a skeleton.” See more of Posada’s work at mo.ma/2k00bNd

[José-Guadalupe Posada. Calavera of the Cyclists (Calavera las biciletas). c. 1889-1895. Relief engraving. Larry Aldrich Fund]

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Misty Copeland, Harper’s Bazaar, and NYC Dance Project recreated stunning works by Edgar Degas in advance of our exhibition Edgar Degas: A Strange New Beauty, opening March 26.  


[All photographs by Ken Browar & Deborah Ory. Courtesy Harper’s Bazaar

My friend Jon Beinart, founder of the beinArt Surreal Art Collective has launched a Kickstarter program to help fund a series of exciting projects, and he needs your support. There are a heap of amazing rewards for backers by some of the collective’s artists from around the world, including original art, books, limited edition prints and more. I have contributed this signed limited edition giclée print of Mary, ed. 50/250 (2012). Check out the link below to see all the other strange and wonderful things you can get your hands on. https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/beinart/keep-the-beinart-surreal-art-collective-alive

red light special; gigi hadid

Your POV

I rummaged through my drawers searching for my sketch book and pencils. Today was the big day - the day that I finally get to draw famous model, Gigi Hadid. After this, my collection of drawings would be published and printed. The start of my art career was on the horizon and I couldn’t be more excited.

Gigi was scheduled to show up at half past noon and it was already eleven. That gave me a little over an hour to set up everything. Being the perfectionist I am, of course it took me the full hour and a half to make sure anything was looking okay.

Just as I put the last pillow in place, you heard a buzz and three knocks on the door. She’s here. I took a deep breath and wiped my sweaty hands on my jeans before opening the door. I don’t know what I was expecting to see, but what stood before me took my breath away.

She was more beautiful in person, and unsurprisingly she towered over me. I stood in awe as I just admired her features. She was dressed in a black cropped sweatshirt, skin-tight grey leggings, and bright white sneakers. On her face sat black, wire-framed glasses which, oddly enough, made her look even more stunning.

“Um, are… you um..okay?” Gigi asked as she waved a hand in front of my face.

I quickly snapped out of my little trance. My face immediately getting hot.

 “Oh, I’m so sorry for staring! Um… I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you, finally.” I said sticking my hand out.

“Gigi, nice to meet you, too.” She said putting her hand in mine and giving me a light smile. A smile so small that you almost couldn’t tell, but it still managed to make my mouth dry.

I cleared my throat before speaking again. “So, let me show you where you’ll be posing for the next 2 hours.”

“Lead the way.”

As soon as we arrived in the room, Gigi stopped in her tracks. I started to panic when she didn’t say anything.

“Oh god you hate it! I could take away a couple of pillows? Or maybe it would be better if I moved the blanket over th-”

“Y/N, girl it’s okay. I was admiring the set actually. It’s beautiful really. Are these sheets silk?” She said sitting down on the couch.

“Why. yes they are.”

“They feel amazing.” She sighed leaning back and soaking in the feeling of the sheets.

Oh my god.

That sigh sounded so sexual. This is gonna be a longer day than I thought.

As Gigi was getting changed in the bathroom, I was putting some finishing touches on the set. Once I felt like it looked perfect, I walked to the window and admired the scenery to calm my nerves. I heard a noise from behind me.

“How do I look?”

I turned around and I felt my heart skip a beat. She looked beautiful. She had on a black lace bra accompanied by a thin, white dress shirt left unbuttoned. On her bottom half she wore matching black lace panties. Her hair was left down and she wore minimal makeup. Her cute glasses were left on her face, making her look adorable.

“Oh my, Gigi you look great!”

She gave a shy smile. “Thank you, Y/N. So, how would you like me to pose?”

“Okay so, I want you to lay down on the couch with your feet towards the window. Make sure to pull the sheets up to about your belly button. Now, rest one arm under your head and lay one on your chest but make sure it’s relaxed, don’t be tense. And whatever you do, do not move.”

“Yes, ma’am! But before we start, I do have one question.”

“What is it?”

“What are the red lights for?”

“Well, my dear. They’re to set the mood and I think i’ts pretty calming.”

“Oh okay, I’m ready when you are.” She said getting comfortable.

“Great”

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“Well, that’s it.”

Two hours and one cramped hand later, I was finally finished my drawing and I was completely impressed with myself. This could quite possibly be the best I’ve done.

“That’s it? Really? That went by so fast! May I see?” Gigi said sitting up.

“Of course.” I handed her my sketch book.

“Y/N, oh my god this is so amazing! You’re very talented.” She exclaimed.

“Thank you.” I said taking my book and setting it beside me. “Can I get you some wine? Or do you prefer champagne?”

“Champagne would be nice, thank you.” She said wrapping the sheets around her shoulders.

I poured her a glass and sat next to her.

“Thank you so much for posing for me. I couldn’t imagine having anyone else do this for me.”

“No problem. It was fun.”

Gigi and I talked for an hour and shared multiple glasses of champagne. Needless to say, we were both a little tipsy.

“It was ridiculous! I had so much glitter in my hair. I was washing it out for hours! Look you could probably still see some.”

I let out a loud laugh. “Oh my gosh you can!”

“My girlfriend was teasing me for weeks about it.” Gigi sighed scooting closer and resting her head on my shoulder.

Wait… girlfriend?

“Oh, um, I didn’t know you were-”

“Yeah, being a lesbian is not what people typically think of when they think of a super model. I wish people would accept me and get over it.”

“How could anyone not accept, you Gigi? You’re perfect.”

“Me? Perfect? Please, Y/N. If anything, you’re perfect. You have a beautiful body, you’re talented and kind. There’s literally nothing wrong about you. Hell, you probably have guys chasing after you all the time.”

I felt my cheeks heat up. “Thanks, Gigi. But, I’m sorry to tell you that your assumptions are wrong. Guys don’t want me. I haven’t even had my first kiss.”

Just then, Gigi grabbed my chin and turn my face so it was close to hers. I could feel her breath on my face.

“Can I kiss you, Y/N?”

Before I could answer I felt her soft lips on mine. It felt incredible. I stuck my hands in her hair and she wrapped hers around my waist. I tugged on her hair a little and she let out a moan.

Fuck, that’s hot.

I felt bold, so I smoothly stuck my tongue in her mouth. That motivated me to keep going. We were completely focused on each other until we needed to pull away to breathe.

“Y/N, have you ever thought about being with a girl?” She said looking me in the eye.

“I mean, I’ve thought about it but I never knew who to experiment with.”

“Well, I saw you admiring me earlier. And after that kiss, I know I want you now more than ever. So, what do you say? Will you let me be your first?” She whispered.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

Our lips connected again but this time, I pulled Gigi into my lap. Her arms wrapped around my neck and my hands trailed down her sides and rested on her ass.

Gigi started to grind her hips down on me and I could feel the wetness growing in between my legs. I let out a moan and gave her ass a squeeze, causing her to grind down harder. She pulled away and started trailing kisses down my neck.

“Gigi.” I let out a breathy moan.

“Does that feel good, babe?”

“Oh my god, yes.” At that moment, I knew that I wanted more than anything to fuck Gigi here on this couch. 

She grabbed one of my hands and placed it on her breast and I froze.

“Relax babe, don’t be scared.”

That was the little confidence boost I needed. I gave her breast a squeeze and she moaned into my mouth. She took off her bra and exposed her chest to me. The sight was mouth-watering. I peppered kisses across her chest and gently took one of her nipples in my mouth while one of my hands massaged the other.

She threw her head back and moaned my name.

“Oh my god, Y/N.”

She quickly pulled away from me and pushed my shoulders until I was laying back in the couch.

She pulled off my thin tank top and threw it across the room. She left wet kisses down my torso before she reached the button of my jeans. She toyed with it a little, making my already soaked center ache.

“Please, Gigi. Just take them off.”

As if she were trying to torture me, she slowly pulled my pants down my legs.

Once my jeans were off, Gigi just paused, staring at my panties.

“Damn, Y/N. I got you this wet? I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.”

She kissed my inner thigh and right above my clit. Just as I was going to complain about her teasing, she pulled my panties to the side and took my clit into her mouth and sucked.

“Fuck, Gigi.”

She moved her fingers from my hips and slowly towards my entrance. She slid two fingers in and I instinctively clamped my walls around her — encasing her fingers in wetness.

“Yes.” I wined, moving my hips against her hand. This only motivated her to move faster. She moved her face out from between my legs and just watched her fingers going in and out. She glanced up at me to see me toying with my breasts.

“Allow me.” She said as she took her free hand and started rolling my already hard nipple in between her fingers. Gigi was moving her hands at an agonizingly slow pace, but it felt so fucking good.

“Babe, I’m so close.” I said gripping the silk sheets on the couch and bucking my hips. Just as I was about to climax, Gigi pulled her hands away and say up. I whined in protest, instantly becoming sexually frustrated.

“You made me so wet, Y/N. I want us to cum together.” She said pulling down her panties and climbing on top of me. She lifted one of my legs up and slowly lowers herself down so our centers are touching. She let out a quiet whimper and started rolling her hips into mine. One of my hands rested on her waist and the other on her ass, making her move faster.

“Fuck, Gigi. I’m so close baby, don’t stop.”

This motivated her to move even faster. I slapped her on her ass.

“Shit, do that again.”

And I did just that. That seemed to send her over the edge as I felt her juices run down her thighs and onto me. Seeing her writhing above me was the last thing I saw before my eyes shut in ecstasy.

“Oh my god, Y/N. That was amazing.” Gigi said climbing off of me.

I just smiled in agreement. “I should hookup with girls more often.” I said pulling her down so her head rested on my chest.

“Indeed, you should.” Was the last thing she said before giving my neck a sweet kiss and drifting off into a deep slumber, right there on the couch.

Happy first day of Spring!

Spring Angel C is one of eight screenprints from Gary Hume’s Spring Angels series, in which imagery is based on the artist’s photographs of concrete angels on the ceiling of the Catholic Cathedral in Brasilia. The spring color palette is based on leaves and cuttings he brought into his print workshop from the countryside.

[Gary Hume. Spring Angel C from Spring Angels. 2000. One from a portfolio of eight screenprints. Gift of The Contemporary Arts Council of The Museum of Modern Art and the Jacqueline Brody Fund. © 2017 Gary Hume]

Inbox: Whitfield Lovell

While much of Whitfield Lovell’s work is based on anonymous photographs, Pop/Pistol is a uniquely personal drawing for the artist. It depicts his grandfather, Eugene Glover, who was shot and killed by muggers while returning home from the bank in 1984. Set against a vibrant orange field, the profile image of Glover (“Pop”) and the detailed rendering of a gun are surrounded by a text describing the crime that was published in the New York Daily News. By transcribing the impersonal facts of the news story in his own looping script, Lovell reclaims the publicly reported event as an instance of private grief.

You can see this new addition to MoMA’s collection on Floor 1 through April 30 as part of the Museum’s installation series “Inbox.”

[Whitfield Lovell. Pop/Pistol. 1990. Oilstick and charcoal on paper. Committee on Drawing and Prints Fund, 2016. © 2017 Whitfield Lovell. Courtesy DC Moore Gallery, NY]

“Matter, color and sound in motion are the phenomena whose simultaneous development makes up the new art.”

Lucio Fontana was born on this day in 1899. He is the father of the Italian postwar movement Spazialismo, which aimed to bring art and science together. Portrait of Antonin Artaud is on view in our 4th floor Collection Galleries. It is an “illustration” for a book by Otto Hahn, for which Fontana created punctured sheets of steel, brass, and plexiglass and kept them in a sculptural container.

[Lucio Fontana. Portrait of Antonin Artaud. 1968. Multiple of wood and enamel with one copper die-cut plate, one steel die-cut plate, two plexiglas die-cut plates and one artist’s book. Monroe Wheeler Fund. © 2017 Foundation Lucio Fontana]

Alex Kanevsky, J.W.I. Twice, 2013. 20 x 20 inches, oil on board.

We are excited to announce Alex Kanevsky’s upcoming one-man exhibition, titled “Painting in a Foreign Language” on February 28th, 2014 at the University of Tampa, Scarfone/Hartley Gallery in Tampa, FL. The show will include celebrated prints, paintings, and drawings from private collections as well as new never before seen paintings. This is one show you do not want to miss!