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POETS FOR ART Poetry inspired by selected works from the permanent collection of the New Orleans Museum of Art

New Orleans Museum of Art


POETS FOR ART Poetry inspired by selected works from the permanent collection of the New Orleans Museum of Art Acknowledgements Poets for Art is the result of the hard work of many people. Thanks to Trace Fandal, Instructor—McDonogh 42, and Dr. Kara Jacobi, Faculty, English Department—Holy Cross High School, and their students, for making the program successful. Thanks also to the NOMA team: Susan M. Taylor, the Montine McDaniel Freeman Director for encouraging and supporting this project; the Department of Audience Interpretation and Engagement (Allison Reid, IAE Deputy Director, Tracy Kennan, Associate Curator of Education, and Elise Solomon, IAE Coordinator) for partnering with the library to provide help to the staff and docents when needed; Docents Ann Duffy and May Denstedt for volunteering their time to work with the students; Judy Cooper for providing the images used in this publication: Lisa Rotondo-McCord, Deputy Director for Curatorial Affairs/Curator of Asian Art and Gail Asprodites, Deputy Director for Administration and Finance for giving their support to the project; Aisha Champagne, Director of Publications and Design, Taylor Murrow, Editor of Museum Publications, and Allison Gouaux, Communications and Marketing Manager, for designing and editing this publication; and library volunteers Debbie Fleming and Beverly Hegre for double-checking gallery and map paths. Poets for Art is funded by a grant from the Taylor Foundation.

New Orleans Museum of Art Poems are formatted and spelled exactly as they were received from the poet.

New Orleans Museum of Art


DIRECTOR’S FOREWORD

INTRODUCTION

Poets for Art is the result of a collaboration between Holy Cross High School, McDonogh 42 and the New Orleans Museum of Art. With the generous support of the Patrick F. Taylor Foundation, students from both schools explored NOMA’s galleries, studied works of art and wrote poetry about a work that inspired them. In celebration of National Poetry Month, this book represents the interaction between poetry and art that teaches us to view the collection in new light.

In honor of National Poetry Month, NOMA is celebrating the importance of poetry in our lives with the help of Louisiana’s State Poet Laureate, Julie Kane, and students from Holy Cross High School and McDonough 42.

NOMA is delighted that Julie Kane, the 2011-2013 Louisiana Poet Laureate and Professor of English and Creative Writing at Northwestern State University in Natchitoches, Louisiana has agreed to celebrate National Poetry Month here with us at the museum. Kane’s poetry collections include Jazz Funeral (Story Line Press, 2009), which received the Donald Justice Poetry Prize, and Rhythm & Booze (University of Illinois Press, 2003), a winner of the National Poetry Series and finalist for the Poets’ Prize. Her work has appeared in many poetry anthologies, including The Southern Poetry Anthology: Volume 4, Louisiana (Texas Review press, 2011) as well as been featured on Poetry Daily, Verse Daily, and The Writer’s Almanac with Garrison Keillor. Kane wrote a poem specifically for this event titled “Louisiana Indians Walking Along A Bayou” inspired by Alfred Boisseau’s painting of the same title that can be read at the beginning of this publication.

This year’s theme focuses on how we find the words to describe our experiences when viewing art. Where do the phrases we use to describe the sentiments and emotions inspired by a work of art come from? Because art appeals to something in all of us, we have all on occasion looked at a work of art and have been strongly affected by it. But how do we adequately express our feelings? In Poets for Art 2013, students from have found a way to guide us to the right words. The results of this project have been incredible and it was fascinating to watch how the students interpreted the works of arts that inspired them and allow all of us to look at art through the eyes of poets.

Sheila A. Cork Librarian New Orleans Museum of Art

I invite you to enjoy the poetry created for this book while visiting the museum galleries to view the paintings that inspired them. These young poets offer a fresh perspective on the museum’s collection and just might inspire you to find your own poetry within the art around you.

Susan M. Taylor The Montine McDaniel Freeman Director New Orleans Museum of Art

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POETS FOR ART Poetry inspired by selected works from the permanent collection of the New Orleans Museum of Art

Zachary Wahlder | Holy Cross High School INSPIRATION Joshua Mann Pailet (American, born

1950) 1984 New Orleans World’s Fair, Cables at Future Convention Center, 1984, printed 2013. © Joshua Mann Pailet/A Gallery for Fine Photography. On view until June 13, 2013, as part of Spectacle and Spectator: Joshua Mann Pailet’s Photographs of the 1984 World’s Fair.

In Preparation I stand there amongst the coiled cables like snakes slithered across the cold concrete floor and massive

Andrew Frazier | Holy Cross High School Inspiration | Luca Cambiaso, Italian, 1527-1585, Vanity of Earthly Love, circa 1570, Gift of Mr. and Mrs. Harris Masterson, 56.85

steel beams sprawled out in towering piles like skyscrapers reaching towards the sky,

Gaze while you may, senescent mistress,

alone in the cathedral

At the imminent ruin which gazes at you,

warehouse perfumed with dust

At the closing curtains which conceal

and sweat

Your evanescent elegance.

weathered metal

For in the outskirts of life’s city

broken glass

There is a thief named Time who has

and aged memories,

Not the patience to lie in wait.

I gaze through the spectacles

Instead he plunges and aviates

Julie Kane | Poet Laureate

into the mid-day sky

To the scene of youth to swipe away

INSPIRATION Alfred Boisseau, American, born in France,

smelling the sweet industrial air

That cherished charm which fades by day.

1823-1901, Louisiana Indians Walking Along the Bayou. 1847, Gift of William E. Groves, 1956.34

in the summer’s strangling

Yet somehow you ignore that speedy snitch

southern heat,

And remain inside this nebulous niche

it hugs my body like

While the outside world calls your name

Along a bayou draped with Spanish moss,

a soft wet towel

And searches for its long lost treasure.

They trudge along in silent single file,

pressed against my being,

So continue to gaze, fair damsel,

outside

And continue to be stalled by fret,

Captured in paint before their world was lost, Choctaw from their dress and basket style.

the roar of the mighty wet beast

But know that as you lie in wait, That infamous pilferer scurries along.

drains out the yelling noise

The artist witnessed them in forty-six, A decade later than the dreadful years Insanity took hold of politics And forced their tribesmen on the Trail of Tears.

of a thousand mechanical monsters tirelessly at work arising unseen wonders for the masses to one day behold

Although these few and others made retreat

in awe and amazement

To swampy ground the slavers couldn’t farm,

for all to go “ohhh!”

The women’s heads are lowered in defeat. What price, that rifle on their leader’s arm?

and “ahhh!”, it will be grand and it will be new, a celebration

In days when we can’t trust what’s in our books, Their plight is clear to anyone who looks. 6

©Julie Kane

of the people of the world,

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Daniel Olivier | Holy Cross High School

Kathrina Tinson | McDonogh 42

INSPIRATION Thomas Willeboirts-Bosschaert

INSPIRATION Alfred Boisseau, American, born in

Flemish, 1614-1654, Venus Mourning the Death of Adonis, Museum Purchase: Deaccession Art Fund, 2011.26

France, 1823-1901, Louisiana Indians Walking Along the Bayou. 1847, Gift of William E. Groves, 1956.34

Jealousy among the rafters of the gods

The Chief

Death presiding over the stricken

I am the chief of my tribe.

Love healing what can be salvaged

I am the rightful owner of my children,

Leaving behind all that has been learned

the leader of my family. I am the leader, the owner, the one

Emotions filling the darkened scene

Who is beholden to the path

Bret Buckel | Holy Cross High School

Acts of vengeance against such skill

We all must take.

INSPIRATION Alessandro Magnasco (il Lissandrino),

Causing a much embarrassed feel

Landscape with Travelers, circa 1735-1740 Gift of Dr. and Mrs. Richard W. Levy, 1984.20

The Folly of Man “Nihil ex nihilo” proclaims the mind:

Ryan Smith | Holy Cross High School I am the head of my clan,

INSPIRATION Christophe Huet, French, 1694-1759

His loyal love to catch his fall

The keeper of my beautiful tribe, the lover of life

Tending to the bloodied doll

With my children, I walk the path and protect

Hound Guarding Hunt Trophies, 1728 Museum Purchase: Bert Piso Fund, 2002.193

All that has been has gone

My poor sickly wife, the love of my life

Producing a short lived dawn

My family is so very precious

Victims of a cruel pastime.

Sitting, Staring, Waiting (rife with anticipation) for some profound meaning to overwhelm it. Yet nothing comes; nothing will come. From nothing comes nothing. The canvas is blank no longer. Layers of vibrant colors and distinct shapes Depict the melancholy scene and bring to Life the artist’s vision. The façade is sophistic.

Poor hare and fowl,

Emotions converging into one another

Near the end of this journey we seek

Lives taken from them

Causing a scene of despair and mourn

Rest, health, and peace

And renowned as nothing more than trophies.

Stops the world only to begin over again

We run run run to the beautiful tree

Symbols of a man’s “fitness to rule.”

And eat of the beautiful fruit

And poor hound,

Colors fading and others shining

And take in the beautiful view

The simple slave of a man

Forcing the attention to be won over

For we are finally home

Who has nothing but demands,

Structure position and emotion together

In beauty.

And suffers from too much pride.

More has been said than has ever been spoken

From nothing comes nothing. For the shapes take on more than they can handle A homage to the tenacity of life, Yet a reminder of its utter meaninglessness.

With each line screaming with horrid emotion Leaving what is left to be taken by mere perception

It has arisen from nothing, therefore, It is nothing. Man versus sea, No! Man versus man. Rowing, Rowing against one another, Working to invalidate the other’s effort. They will go nowhere; they are nothing. From nothing comes nothing. “I do nothing, for there’s nothing I can do that’s worth doing.” In succumbing To entropy, we are nothing. We have Arisen from nothingness, a great devoid, And when we work against each other, We are nothing. Rowing, Rowing, Man is interdependent. Nothing comes from Nothing, And in nothing we are naught.

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Terrinisha Piper | McDonogh 42 INSPIRATION William-Adolphe Bouguereau

French, 1825-1905, Whisperings of Love, 1889 Gift of Mr. and Mrs. Chapman H. Hyams, 15.6

Whisperings of Love Lone woman lost in thought. Who speaks to her mind?Who touches her dreams? Knowing she’s alone, She believes the soothing voice Reminding her of beauty Is her own. She begins to think of love. Never to know that her heart Has been caught and captured By an angel of love.

Chanell Augustine | McDonogh 42

Anyx Burd | McDonogh 42

INSPIRATION Georges Michel (French, 1763-1843),

INSPIRATION John William Godward, British, 1861-1922,

Stormy Landscape with Castle, circa 1830, Bequest of William D. Cousins, 92.687 (above, left)

Far Away Thoughts, 1892, Courtesy of the James P. Raymond, Jr. Foundation, EL.2012.61 (above, right)

I stand alone lost in thought.

Lawrell Robertson | McDonogh 42

Who speaks to my mind? Who touches my dreams?

INSPIRATION Edgar Degas, French, 1834-1917

I believe I am alone,

Portrait of Estelle Musson Degas, 1872 Museum purchase through Public Subscription, 65.1

I believe the soothing voice Reminding me of beauty Is my own. I begin to think of love.

Dreams

Lay My Head

In my dream, I can fly.

As I lay my head

Has been caught and captured

Over trees, beyond turrets and towers,

I think of pleasant dreams

By an angel of love.

I soar with the wind, near the stars.

From when Mom tucked me into bed

In my dream, I can see.

And when Dad kissed my drowsy head

Flying fish, candy canes, and the taste of coming winter. As I lay my head In my dream, puppies are dancing in the rain.

I think of sweet things from when

A prince plans his daring rescue,

My Grandpa patched my knee

Babies are laughing from lily pads.

Or the wind whispering gently

Frogs sing from the castle’s pond.

As I lay my head I think of rotten dreams

In my dream, I am a dare devil.

From when disaster brings me down

I can see my favorite idol, singing to a crowd.

And my lostness is not found

Sometimes, I sing myself but only alone. In my dream, I am not too shy to share.

As I lay my head

I am a dream within a dream,

I think of lovely things

Dreaming of you.

The sky’s beautiful blues The scent of lovely roses As I lay my head I think of pleasant, sweet, rotten, lovely things. Four makings of life, the stuff of dreams.

Never to know that my heart

Colorblind If I couldn’t see, I would still know red. It’s the thinnest of rose petals, Of passion and high heel shoes, It’s the beating of my heart. If I couldn’t see, I would still know pink. It’s the softness of lips, A baby’s blanket, Every newcomer arriving welcome in the world. If I couldn’t see, I would still know green. It’s the color of cash, of life, And everything That grows in the ground. If I couldn’t see, I would still know yellow. It’s the warmthof sunlight, Tart lemons and sweet bananas, And the color of my home. If I couldn’t see, I would still know blue. It’s the color of the sky, The color of warm sea water, And my baby sister’s eyes.

Oh, as I lay my head.

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Yasmine Dabon | McDonogh 42

David Olivier | Holy Cross High School

INSPIRATION Marsden Hartley, American, 1877-

INSPIRATION Marsden Hartley, American, 1877-

1943, The Ice-Hole, Maine, 1908, Ella West Freeman Foundation Matching Fund, 73.2

1943, The Ice-Hole, Maine, 1908, Ella West Freeman Foundation Matching Fund, 73.2

Soldiers

The Strength of Nature

One white fluffy dot falls from the sky

The dark weather

Leading others along to a new life.

Clouds filled with emotion

They are soldiers forcing Fall’s retreat to Winter.

Mountains casting over the frozen lake

Soldiers falling soft as feathers

Glaciers off in the distant

Luring children packed in huge warm suits. Their play killing off the troops

A clearing in the brush

Separating them one from the other.

A view that tells a story

When the children finally leave

An unfinished ice hole

The captain calls for more troops to usher Winter’s

A house across the lake

Snow and snow and snow. A hard day’s work In a harsh real environment Postponed with the end of day Work left unfinished

Brittany Baham | McDonogh 42

Tawanda Kisack | McDonogh 42

Edgar Degas, French, 1834-191,7 Portrait of Estelle Musson Degas, 1872, Museum purchase through Public Subscription, 65.1 (page 11)

INSPIRATION Mary Cassatt, American, 1845-1927

Alone in the Dark

Mother and Child

Silence all around, silence everywhere I go

Mother,

I’m filling up with negatives Pain, my dark emotions showing

The tears, the years, the hurt, the fears, the lies, the ties, the day’s goodbyes

As I start to cry, weeping silent tears

There is darkness, but the light shines through to you.

The incomplete job, proving the difficulty The struggle to work with and against the frozen land

Mother and Child in the Conservatory, 1906 Gift of Mr. and Mrs. Harold Forgotston, 1982.124 (above)

I try to think of all the positive things That don’t overcome me, won’t drown me

Son,

They say the hardest thing is letting go

All the fears I had inside, all the tears that leave my eyes, evaporate because of you,

But the hardest thing is taking control As things diverge I can’t keep up My world is dark It hurts deep in my soul There were times I wished to die

Pure and true, Your goodness glows through. Mother, When I need strength, I picture you and all the times you made it through

Just to end this dark and empty pain

I am your sanity, your inspiration, your son. But more than that- you are my mom.

Why?

Child and mother bond before birth

Why am I like this?

It’s true: you were the first I loved upon this earth

Why is the dark so much darker than light? Son,

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Please accept me for who I am.

Your heart breeds love and your spirit, strength

Please, I was born this way.

I’ll love you past eternity’s length.

Accept my blindness and, I promise,

After all I’ve said I still don’t think you understand

I will make a plan.

I’ll always be there to hold your hand.

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Larlisha Moore | McDonogh 42

Christopher Rodriguez | Holy Cross High School

INSPIRATION Marsden Hartley, American, 1877-

INSPIRATION Dorothea Tanning, American, born 1913,

1943, The Ice-Hole, Maine, 1908, Ella West Freeman Foundation Matching Fund, 73.2 (page 13)

Guardian Angels, 1946, Kate P. Jourdan Fund, 49.15 (opposite page)

Winter

As sleep takes the weary away

The snow drifted down that dawn

And daylight turns to night,

little by little, day by day

Dreams cause comfort

Nailah Dabon | McDonogh 42

Animals hidden away

While nightmares cause fright.

INSPIRATION Dorothea Tanning, American, born 1913,

Guardian Angels, 1946, Kate P. Jourdan Fund, 49.15

from icy winter Time to be still

Those that rest their head And let their minds wander

Everyone sleeping, no one creeping

Are filled with dread

Silence was within

As the nightmares cause them to ponder.

the snow was the friend of the angels above

As the nightmares try to take over

wings fluffy as a dove

There are those that keep a watchful eye, Those that make sure one’s mind doesn’t falter,

Fish float by around and around

The guardians of the realm of sleep.

Guardian Angel My guardian angel circles all around When I sleep He keeps All the bad things away So that I can wake to see Another day.

The ocean reflecting the sky The ice hole cold

These faceless angels are unseen due to their nature

seeping through ground

And ask for nothing in return. They do their duty because they care

Nature frowns in its silent way

And disappear at first light.

When it’s time for me to go He’ll eat me whole My guardian angel loves me Even when I’m in his tummy.

Everything seems dead You might have been thinking

Everything seems down

Your guardian angel was clean, sweetand soft

Life is over for this day

If that were true we’d all be lost.

Austin Doyle | Holy Cross High School INSPIRATION Dorothea Tanning, American, born 1913,

Guardian Angels, 1946, Kate P. Jourdan Fund, 49.15 (opposite page)

My guardian angel is fierce, dirty and tough. He’s protecting me so much There’s no time to fix himself up. You could believe what you see on the TV screens But my real guardian angel protects

Dearest, sleeping child dreaming dreams at night

More than just dreams.

Where haunted by wondrous fantasies May seem to you, child, a terrible fright. Do not fear for angels guard your sanity. They take you from this forsaken wasteland To a wondrous land they call their own Do not fret, child, I won’t be distant From you when they come to claim my tired bones. I shall see you again, dear child, in time When they rejoin us you’ll always be mine. So take care of him vigilant angels Until time reveals its famed betrayal.

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Jack Sheridan | Holy Cross High School INSPIRATION Ralph Steiner, American, 1899-1986, Untitled

(Nude and Mannequin), circa 1930, Museum purchase through the National Endowment for the Arts Grant, 75.111 (below, left)

Untitled and Mannequin We were always one. Never two. Beyond the wood posts and heated pillow I was a hollow, singular object to you. I loved you. That was plain and professed. Your smile was all my day’s joy and It shined as your hair fell upon my breast. This, though, did not last, it faded and died.

Wayne Tyler | McDonogh 42

Kerrinisha Piper | McDonogh 42

INSPIRATION Joan Miró, Spanish, 1893-1983, The Red

INSPIRATION Joan Miró, Spanish, 1893-1983,

Disk, 1960, Bequest of Victor K. Kiam, 77.296

The Red Disk, 1960, Bequest of Victor K. Kiam, 77.296

Give Your Heart A Break My love is strong, but my spirit is weak.

The Red Disk

It is an answer that I seek.

What does it look like to me?

You took my heart and made it scatter,

It looks as if spaceships and planets are roaming a starlit sky.

Blew up my heart and now it’s splattered.

You would take me, leave me, Even in my refusal, even as I cried. You filled me with shame. For my body, myself.

You upset me, caused me harm. Everyday you’ve been away from me Withers my heart, please let me be. Love makes my heart burn with flame. But let me not be the blame. It was, of course, insane That our love went down the drain. Whatever you do, don’t call me a liar. You can’t hurt me now, this is my empire. Eventually, I’ll get what I desired So let our love burn in hell’s fire. There’s something about youI never knew. Something I thought you’d never do. You took my heart

There are figures to explore,

Breath taking It’s letting me think. It’s making me breathe. There are messages I need To make sense of the world And everything in it And everything outside it. This smooth red egg, silent and still

Diamond Dust Shoes, 1981, Promised gift of Sydney and Walda Besthoff (above)

Diamond Dust Shoes

Me to clothe that shame and return to the shelf.

Shoes, shoes, diamond shoes. So pretty, so cool.

Until you showed me that, in fact, I was wrong. I saw you there, your loveless passion. Watched it grow And burn out to dullness. I saw Object was you.

Splish, splashes, plops, and splatters galore. There are loads of colors, almost breathing

INSPIRATION Andy Warhol (American, 1929 -1987)

When finished you turned away, leaving

We were one, not two. You showed me that the As you flew out of my arms,

Seione Cheffen | McDonogh 42

A girl would die for these shoes. They make her a star. She’ll protect them with her life. A girl will wear them every day and Never take them off. As she struts down the street

My body is home, strength, passion, again. It is mine to love, and to have loved. Not To be wasted on heat alone, turned to wood With dispassionate use. I feel at peace for once in time. I feel your presence fading out. I feel my worth rushing back.

Everybody sees those marvelous shoes So rare so sparkling, Pretty as can be. Shoes so gorgeous, so glamorous, Pretty as the sun gleaming on the horizon Diamonds shimmering like twinkling stars Like the sun upon the sea Shoes are exquisite just as Diamonds are a girl’s best friend.

While the thrill Of the white Is full of excitement. If you don’t see it, Use your imagination.

And it flew. No matter what,I’m done with you.

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Wendelisha Robinson | McDonogh 42

Nakia Morgan | McDonogh 42

INSPIRATION Unidentified Maker, Pair of Stands in the

INSPIRATION Robert Indiana, American, born 1928,

Form of Mythical Animals, Western Han Dynasty (206 B.C.-A.D. 9), Gift of Mr. and Mrs. R. Randolph Richmond, Jr. 2005.181.32.1,.2

Love, Red/Blue, 1966-1997, Museum Purchase, Sydney and Walda Besthoff Foundation, 2004.119

Dragon

The Boat of Love For the boat of love, my heart

Fierce fire-breathing creature

Has to anticipate, and upon delay,

My throat spits steaming lava with every roar

There at the harbor my heart will patiently wait.

My scales shimmer when I’m jolly My enormous tail covers your sun

As I observe The boat, filled with loving passengers, passes me by

I’m happy when I’m slaying warriors

I will keep my hopes as high as the winged creatures fly.

Silly princes who imagine they xcan steal My treasure and my princesses

Anchoring on to the wooden dock, I await the love bliss clock.

I lay my head in rusted caves

Nicholas Rouchon | Holy Cross High School

Peter Youngblood | Holy Cross High School

Folding my giant flapping wings around me

INSPIRATION Alexis Rockman, American, born 1962

INSPIRATION Alexis Rockman, American, born 1962

Like a blanket

Battle Royale, 2011, Museum purchase with funds from the Diana Helis Henry Art Fund of the Helis Foundation, 2012.67

Battle Royale, 2011, Museum purchase with funds from the Diana Helis Henry Art Fund of the Helis Foundation, 2012.67

I am the toughest.

Gazing across the shallow skies, I rest The sun rises on the crisp dawn of the day,

I dream of having

A battle, a struggle,

and with light comes the chaos of wildness.

Gumdrops and warriors for breakfast.

A fight ongoing,

A land that was once fully occupied by the species from a common descent is now manipulated by

A fight never ending.

the sky people. The wildlife thrives for survival

The birds fly safely above,

through feasting and procreating as some are

Except the goose,

much stronger than the others. The hawk flies swiftly

Who has found haven in the jaws of a prowling alligator.

down to take down its prey, the anaconda tightly soils to

The fight ensues underwater

dine on its lovely dinner, the alligator jumping for the bite,

Where the snapping turtle and gar race towards a frantic, unsuspecting frog.

and the water beast lunges at its yellow delight. The wildlife battle each other

The insects remain isolated,

constantly for survival on the land that is

And the mammals stay far from the water,

theirs and is occupied by a new species.

Yet cannot escape the danger. Every animal fighting for a meal Or another day. All the while the sun is setting Bringing the fight to an end This cease fire will not remain -----for round two begins at dawn.

But here by the blue waters, I wait.

I am one thousand feet tall.

The Ongoing Fight For existence, for survival.

Unsure of the face, unsure of the date,

The wonders and beauties of life are at times taken over by the sky people. This moss, this water, these trees are the home to the wildlife, the wildlife that is truly free and the wildlife taken by the sky people and domesticated. This is the battle wildlife must survive, the royale that must be conquered everyday to thrive towards protection in the food web of life that they fall into.

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POETS FOR ART Artwork Locations

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Temporary Exhibitions

BLUMENTHAL GALLERY

DAVIS GALLERY

19th Century

20th Century

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Temporary Exhibitions

20th Century

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Temporary Exhibitions

FORGOTSTON 8 GALLERY

TEMPLEMAN GALLERIES

GALLERY CLOSED

19th Century

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VIAVANT GALLERY

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KUNTZ ROOMS

French

Federal Furniture

PORTRAIT MINIATURES

CAFE NOMA

GREAT HALL

Italian

DOWNMAN GALLERY Dutch

STERN AUDITORIUM

KRESS GALLERY Italian

ENTRANCE

RAMP

COAT CHECK

NEW ORLEANS MUSEUM OF ART FIRST FLOOR

5. Alfred Boisseau

Louisiana Indians Walking Along the Bayou, 1847

10. Edgar Degas Portrait of Estelle Musson Degas, 1872

Kathrina Tinson McDonogh 42 “The Chief”

Lawrell Robertson McDonogh 42 “Colorblind”

6. Christophe Huet

Brittany Baham McDonogh 42 “Alone in the Dark”

Hound Guarding Hunt Trophies, 1728 Ryan Smith Holy Cross High School

7. Georges Michel 1. Joshua Mann Pailet

1984 New Orleans World’s Fair, Cables at Future Convention Center, 1984

(Il Lissandrino) Landscape with Travelers, circa 1735-1740 Bret Buckel Holy Cross High School “The Folly of Man”

2. Luca Cambiaso

4. Thomas Willeboirts-

Andrew Frazier Holy Cross High School

Stormy Landscape with Castle, circa 1830

3. Alessandro Magnasco

Zachary Wahlder Holy Cross High School “In Preparation”

Vanity of Earthly Love, circa 1570

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LOUISIANA GALLERY

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1 RAMP

KUNTZ ROOMS Federal Furniture

NEW ORLEANS MUSEUM OF ART SECOND FLOOR

SELLEY GALLERY Dutch

KRESS GALLERY

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MEZZANINE

McDERMOTT LOBBY - ELEVATORS

2 ART STUDIO

WEISMAN GALLERIES

BILLION GALLERY

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KELLER GALLERY Italian

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Modern & Contemporary

French

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Temporary Exhibitions

Temporary Exhibitions

STAFFORD GALLERY

NOMA SHOP

ENTERGY GALLERY

PELLERIN LOBBY - ELEVATORS

LUPIN FOUNDATION CENTER FOR DECORATIVE ARTS

ELLA WEST FREEMAN GALLERY Temporary Exhibitions

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NORMAN GALLERY

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Bosschaert Venus Mourning the Death of Adonis

Daniel Olivier Holy Cross High School

Chanell Augustine McDonogh 42 “Dreams”

8. John William Godward Far Away Thoughts, 1892

Anyx Burd McDonogh 42 “Lay My Head”

9. William-Adolphe Bouguereau Whisperings of Love, 1889 Terrinisha Piper McDonogh 42 “Whisperings of Love”

11. Mary Cassatt

Mother and Child in the Conservatory, 1906 Tawanda Kisack McDonogh 42 “Mother and Child”

12. Marsden Hartley

The Ice-Hole, Maine, 1908

13. Dorothea Tanning

16. Andy Warhol

Guardian Angels, 1946

Diamond Dust Shoes, 1981

Christopher Rodriguez Holy Cross High School

Seione Cheffen McDonogh 42 “Diamond Dust Shoes”

Austin Doyle Holy Cross High School

17. Alexis Rockman

Nailah Dabon McDonogh 42 “Guardian Angel”

Nicholas Rouchon Holy Cross High School “The Ongoing Fight”

14. Joan Miró The Red Disk, 1960

Wayne Tyler McDonogh 42 “Give Your Heart A Break” Kerrinisha Piper McDonogh 42 “The Red Disk”

Yasmine Dabon McDonogh 42 “Soldiers”

15. Ralph Steiner

David Olivier

Jack Sheridan Holy Cross High School “Untitled and Mannequin”

Holy Cross High School “The Strength of Nature”

Battle Royale, 2011

Peter Youngblood Holy Cross High School

Untitled (Nude and Mannequin), circa 1930

Larlisha Moore McDonogh 42 “Winter”

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LAPEYRE GALLERY ASIAN ART GALLERIES

OCEANIC BILLION GALLERY KRESGE GALLERY

AFRICAN

ART OF THE AMERICAS

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BESTHOFF GALLERY & ELEVATORS

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NEW ORLEANS MUSEUM OF ART THIRD FLOOR

SYDNEY AND WALDA BESTHOFF SCULPTURE GARDEN (Adjacent to the museum) 18. Unidentified Maker

Pair of Stands in the Form of Mythical Animals

Wendelisha Robinson McDonogh 42 “Dragon”

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18. Robert Indiana

Love, Red/Blue, 1966-1997

Nakia Morgan McDonogh 42 “The Boat of Love”

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New Orleans Museum of Art

New Orleans Museum of Art One Collins Diboll Circle New Orleans, LA 70124 tel 504.658.4100 www.noma.org

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