Collections: American Art

Lion, from the El Dorado Carousel, Coney Island, Brooklyn

Night, Clock Figure from Pennsylvania Station, 31st to 33rd Streets between 7th and 8th Avenues, NYC

The Cotton-Tail Rabbit among Dry Grasses and Leaves

Peasant with Water Jug: Study for "The Well"

Mrs. Sylvester Gardiner, née Abigail Pickman, formerly Mrs. William Eppes

American Art – Showing objects 49 - 64 of 6,394

Recently Tagged Objects

Green, Yellow and Orange was tagged "Green"
by Littlestevie

Dans un Café à Paris (Leigh Whipper) was tagged "solitary"
by Axelle

Recent Comments

"Do not look like that, Cora I have done my best, and I do I paint and that is what I do... you know, you know, Cora; we have known each other since our childhood - O for the days of Vermont the summers of joy and fun when we were but children and our hopes were high - and my mind breaks and my heart weakens when I see you and the children now and that I cannot put food on the table give you the things you need I can paint, Cora - oh for the life of me, I can - but I do not know how to haggle, how to beat the mind of those who undervalue my work I walk in the world an innocent, strange they call me, Cora I try, I try - O I try I paint plaques and decorations if necessary - but the money, the money eludes me it is only paint that sticks; and I can paint and that is all I know and that I can do when the agony blows like cruel storms in my mind You know, I try, O you know my spirit nearly breaks Cora, Cora, Cora I have done my best, I do to put bread and meat on the table for the children and you but money eludes me, it eludes me I paint and that is what I do - you know, you know, Cora Do not look like that, Cora "
By RajArumugam

"I sat by the lake and Martha and Helen walked in the water till it reached their hips then they turned back and walked back The boat’s prow pointed towards the other side and I looked down at the water before me What was I thinking? I do not know; even now sometimes I wonder what was my thought and what about Martha and Helen? all of us in that moment faceless, restrained like the two trees behind me bare, cut of their branches stunted, deprived of their growth all of us going nowhere like the boat "
By RajArumugam

"in my lodge in the woods in the quiet and away from the clamor with the silence that hangs in the mist just perhaps an occasional rabbit or a creature as curious to see a strange making like home to the creature, but strange; and then an occasional visitor; but mostly seclusion, and quiet hovering over basic needs and simple desires and so let the lazy days be and the life in the midst of trees and regularity, and what nature offers me "
By RajArumugam