LANDSCAPE AND MEMORY
- d'Onofri, Landscape with Battus
- after Brueghel, Alpine Landscape
- School of Antwerp, Imaginary Landscape
- Sadeler, Facade of a Temple
- van Noort, Landscape with the Temple
- Davent, Landscape with Ancient Ruins
- att. to Pozzoserato, Mountainous Landscape
- van de Velde II , Interior of the Ruins
- Waterloo, Two Travelers
- Grimaldi, Landscape
- Saftleven, Landscape with a Man
- Barrière, View of the Town
- Monti, Landscape with a River
- Meyeringh, Landscape with Mercury
- Bout, The Skaters
- Lelu, A Town in Portugal
- Dietricy, Heroic Landscape
- Le Loup , View of the Town
- att. to Verrijk , River Scene
- Kolbe, Landscape with a Cowherd
- Roos, Vast Mountainous Landscape with Herds
- Roman School, Lago d’Albano,
- Isabey, Ruines du Château
- Williams, A Part of Melrose Abbey
- Palmer, The Morning of Life
- Richardson, Loggers by a Lake
- att. to Preller, Oak Trees
- Lalanne, Plage des Vaches
- Miller, A Road in Winter
- Haden, Sunset in Ireland
- Doeleman, Stormy Sky
- Meryon, Nouvelle Zélande
- Latenay, Autumn Trees
- German School, Birches
- Cameron, Ben Lomond
- Yeats, July 4, 1908
- MacLaughlan, Rossinières
- Cotton, Spring Landscape
- Legros, Une Vallée
- Torre-Bueno, Farmlands
- Jungnickel, Loser - Altaussee
- Komjati, Willows
- Wengenroth, Bucks County
- Kantor, Abstracted Landscape
- Eby, Christmas Trees
- Massen, Landscape with Trees
Willows
Etching, 1925, 248 x 187 mm. Fine impression on heavy wove paper with small margins; traces of an inexplicably erased pencil signature, over which the date 1925 has been written.
Komjati was a Hungarian artist who served as a soldier in World War I and became a prisoner of war under the most horrible conditions, an experience that tended to permeate most of his art from then on. Some time after the war (1927), he was able to go to England where he later became one of the very few continental artists to be elected to the Royal Society of Painter-Etchers. Malcolm Salaman wrote a sympathetic account of his work in The Print Collector’ Quarterly (Vol. 20, No. 3, July, 1933). Today, he is all but forgotten – unjustly so. Willows is simply a landscape, a row of trees, rutted ground, a single figure walking with a stick. There is no clue to where it is. And yet there is something about the print that says, to many of us, that this is unfamiliar territory. The land is somehow ravaged, behind the willows it drops off to nothingness. Why are the dead trees in the foreground cut off at that odd height? And is that single figure an ex-POW, making his way slowly homeward? Reading in, of course, but the scene is strangely, perhaps inexplicably, moving.