Sunday, August 24, 2025

Young Sophocles

John Talbott Donoghue, Young Sophocles Leading the Chorus of
Victory after the Battle of Salamis 
(1885/cast 1911)
Art Institute of Chicago, Gift of Robert Allerton

1853 - sculptor John Talbott Donoghue born in Chicago

Chicago Inter-Ocean, Monday Morning
February13, 1882 
(from the Internet Archive)
1882 - Oscar Wilde, on tour in Chicago, praised Donoghue: “more beautiful than the work of any sculptor I have seen yet, and of whom you should all be proud”







John Donoghue, Plaque of Isola Wilde

1885 - Donoghue created Young Sophocles Leading the Chorus of Victory after the Battle of Salamis

1890 - Isabella Gardner acquired a bronze of Young Sophocles in Venice


John Talbott Donoghue, Young Sophocles Leading the Chorus of
Victory after the Battle of Salamis
(1890)
Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum

1893 - Young Sophocles was exhibited at the World's Columbian Exposition in Chicago.  Multiple biographical posts about Donoghue claim that it won a first prize however it is not listed in the awards records of the Exposition at the Chicago History Museum. There are many fans of the work (Oscar Wilde, Isabella Stewart Gardner, Robert Allerton), but not everyone liked it (see review, below).

"The Young Sophocles Leading the Chorus of Victory After the Battle of Salamis," by John Donoghue, is of the French school, adapting modern treatment to studies of the antique. It is not an attractive composition, and is in more than questionable taste. True, that after the battle of Salamis he was chosen to head the chorus of boys at the celebration of that victory; but one cannot imagine the great dramatist posing as a lad nude and with a lyre in hand. Though lads went naked on such occasions, it is not the guise or attitude that one is apt to associate with this the great master of tragedy. The figure is well enough in its way, with erect and supple carriage, head thrown back, and earnest thoughtful features; but it is not suggestive of anyone in particular, and certainly not of Sophocles, either as a youth or at any other period of his life.

Also intended for the Exposition was The Genius of America. The 30-foot sculpture was shipped from Rome to Brooklyn, where, according to the Boston Herald, it sat on the docks, “a huge bill for trans-shipment confronting the artist.” Left unclaimed, it was broken to pieces by dockworkers to make room for incoming shipments. 

1888 - Donoghue moved to Boston, where he exhibited his work at Horticultural Hall to great acclaim.

1903 - John Donoghue died in New York by suicide (NYTimes and Irish Boston website)

1911 - Robert Allerton gifted a casting of Young Sophocles to the Art Institute of Chicago. Allerton had spent time at the Columbian Exposition in 1893 and may have seen the sculpture there.

1917 - the Metropolitan Museum (NY) purchased a plaster cast from the Art Institute of Chicago, and ten years later, their bronze was replicated from it. 

[Wikipedia states that there’s a copy of Young Sophocles at the Honolulu Museum of Art. A search of their database finds an entry for John Talbott Donoghue, though there’s no image and no metadata. It’s possible that Robert Allerton had a copy of the sculpture in his personal collection which was donated to the HMOA.]

Saturday, August 2, 2025

Prologue to the Present

Larry Wolf (2018)
Twists and turns seem like a direct path in retrospect. One recent (not so recent) piece of my story of how I got here, making photographs and generally creating art (photos, zines, poetry, drawing, painting) dates from 2018 and 2019.

2018 - August

Rather than give in to obsessive thoughts of a new camera, I ordered The Soul of the Camera by David duChemin. It's about the photographer.

2019 - January

I was in dialogue with Shawn Rowe about his upcoming photography class, looking to catch up on the changes in thinking about and making photographs since my last immersion in the 1970s. It's about making photographs.

2019 - September

While in DC for HIMSS Health IT week, I was transfixed by the shifting light and shadows in my hotel room and captured a series of 18 images over the course of one minute. Noticing something visually compelling. Holding a camera. In the flow. Something about that minute felt so right, so what I wanted to be doing. Without thought, I was on the other side of the decision. Be a photographer.

Larry Wolf, More Or Less Transparent - Overview Grid, September 2019

Larry Wolf,
Robert Aitken's Present 1935 (2019)






Present - The Past Is Prologue

During that September in 2019, I walked past this sculpture and inscription at the National Archives. A quote from Shakespeare's The Tempest: "What is past is prologue." The sculpture is titled "Present". I photographed that sculpture multiple times over the years. I keep circling myself. 


2021 - January

Zine making became the answer to What do I do with my photographs? Zines are what I bring with me when I meet friends for coffee, have with me for when I meet someone new, are the form I've adopted for my contact info. Again it was Shawn Rowe who was my teacher. Thank you, Shawn.

2025 - August

Larry Wolf, More or Less Transparent (2025)
Printed at Matiz Press
I reprinted More or Less Transparent as a risographed booklet. In blue because that seemed like the best of the color options. It's been growing on me. Something ethereal and dreamy in the blue, lighter than I imagined, opening more visual space for the viewer. A gentle touch of image on paper in hand. 



Thursday, July 31, 2025

Memory of June 1994

Silent Running

An evening celebration
Let’s meet people 
Establish my presence
Or at least an awareness
Of them
Perhaps
Of me

Alone at a full table
They know each other
Know each other well
Years of living
Years of loving
Years of tears
And cheers
And burials
And marches
Tonight, acknowledged
For of by the all of us

All of them
I know the causes they work for
I know the forces they work against
Just not here

Had I been in Montpelier
Or Burlington
Or Saint Johnsbury
Or Brattleboro
I would have known them
All of them
Might have been on the podium handing out an award

I had to leave
Staying was killing me

Here
Alone
Lost
On edge
I flee
Way before last call
Way before awkward goodbyes and see you soons

Ripped up decades of connection
Shred my heart
Left the cool mountains
For this sweltering swamp
Alone in a hostile world 
Smothered in southern gentility

Inner rage 
Quiet street
Back stairs
Bare apartment
Hum of air conditioning
Staring out at treetops
Wishing for a thunderstorm 
Dance in the downpour

Many reasons to have left
Many reasons to have come 
Dry tears of unresolved loss

-- Larry Wolf, 31 July 2025
remembering June 1994

Monday, July 28, 2025

Empty

 (1)

Chairs
Cups
Tea
Gone

Once
Voices
Paused
Quiet 

Glance 
Eyes
Held
Abyss

Loss
Too sad to cry
Beyond words
Space
 

(2)

Woods (chopped down)
Exotic (slave labor in a rain forest)
Local (clearcut off stolen land)
Metal (extracted from strip mines)
Space (held at great expense)
Polished (by workers, unacknowledged)
Street (cleared of all drifters)
Shadows (not enough to hide in)
Hazy (lost in memory)
Alone (with my lover)
Travelers (from afar)
Evidence (just this)
 
-- Larry Wolf, 28 July 2025

Larry Wolf, Two Chairs (2025)


Friday, July 25, 2025

Me and Rimbaud

Larry Wolf, Arthur and Larry and Larry and Arthur (2025)

Arthur and Larry and Larry and Arthur


Many
Generations apart
Continents apart
Connected

In his web
Paul
David
Patti

Gay Sunshine chapbook - A Lover’s Cock
Collected poems and poems and poems and letters
Imaginings of Java and Abyssinia
Fragments

David made a mask
From a photograph
Friends wore it
He photographed

The mask became a pin
Souvenir from an exhibition
Rebel artists brought into the canon
I wear it

Explaining, always explaining
A zine of explanation
Grit became polished
Raw edges still present

Almost twice Arthur’s age
Almost twice David’s age
Patti recites the poems
I look over my shoulder

At sixteen
Burst on the scene
At twenty one
A last poem

Yet
A century later
Here I am
His descendant

-- Larry Wolf, 28 July 2025

[Photo at The First Homosexuals exhibition. See also Two Bad Boy Artists and At 17 and 170.]

Saturday, July 19, 2025

At a Zine Fair

Hide Seek / The ___ of ___

A glance
Catch my eye
Hold my gaze
A flash of attraction
Radiance
Shimmers
Like on sunrise
Like a bomb blast
Like a wink
Like a smile
Like me
Love me
Hold me
All of me
In this fleeting moment

A moment of 
being
of
dissolution
of
coming
of
cumming
of
small death
of
birth
of
becoming
of
this moment

an end
that is
endless

Saturday in July 2025
-- Larry Wolf, 19 July 2025

Larry Wolf, Hide & Seek (2025)




 
Larry Wolf, Hide Seek (2025)

Larry Wolf, Hide Seek (2025)