Showing posts with label George Tooker. Show all posts
Showing posts with label George Tooker. Show all posts

Sunday, July 5, 2015

Alkali


The salt of the earth
is not known for a bedside
manner. Theirs is not for tasting
the white of an egg, but predatory,
sponged and purged, rubbed
in war wounds, blood-red
as Mercurochrome.

Why trade in such certainties?
Let them roll like Jujitsu, tumble
easy, as water off a duck’s back,
salting icy roads instead of tears.

I ask for a small portion,
like a cocktail olive
in a vodka martini.

It’s just a scratch.
Kiss it for me.



tk/July 2015



Is it just me, or is this sexy? 



*Bathers, 1950 by George Tooker

Monday, December 5, 2011

Too Many Crumbs for a Broom





They linger,
still play in the keys,

stick to my fingers
with marmalade.

I sip coffee impulses,
snack between words

that spill to the desk,
litter the lunchroom

in crossword kisses.
I wear my best

alphabet outfit,
see London, see France,

munch and crunch
the sultry dance,

the sideways glance,
the clickety-clack.




tk/December 2011


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image: Lunch, George Tooker, 1964, Columbus Museum of Art

Thursday, April 15, 2010

lunch


One of my personal faves at the Columbus Museum of Art is George Tooker's Lunch, 1964, egg tempera on gesso panel.  Despite the lovely soft tones and overall quietness of the painting, it is striking, and for me, anyway, packs quite a punch. Lunch is an indirect reference to the contentious lunch counter sit-ins occurring across America in the 1960s.  Tooker’s figures all bear an uncanny resemblance to each other, silently eating their lunches, completely drained of the actual passions surrounding the issue.  Notice the lone African-American pictured in the center. You can feel the warmth in the glow of the lunchroom, and even though there is no connection between the diners, you can sense their collective unity.

George Tooker was born in Brooklyn. After graduating from Harvard in 1942, he joined the Art Students League, where he studied with Reginald Marsh, Kenneth Hayes Miller, and Paul Cadmus. Heavily influenced by Cadmus, Tooker became part of the Magic Realist circle of artists. At age thirty-one, Tooker’s first one-man show was held at the Edwin Hewitt Gallery in New York. His shows and exhibitions at major museums and galleries continued through the 1950s and 1960s. From 1955 to 1958, Tooker taught painting at the Art Students League, and in 1974 the San Francisco Palace of the Legion of Honor organized a retrospective of his work. He currently lives in Vermont.


To paint the figure as deliberately
and meditatively as does Tooker, is,
in a sense, to touch, caress, and care for it.

M. Melissa Wolfe
George Tooker: A Biography