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Macdonald-Wright, Stanton

American painter, muralist, and aesthetician, 1890-1973

Along with fellow artist, Morgan Russell, Stanton Macdonald-Wright developed the style they called Synchromism, where color was to generate form. American artist. Comment on works: Landscapes

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Macdonald-Wright, Stanton

On Small Islands also Men Till the Earth While Larks Sing Above, 1966-1967

Stanton Macdonald-Wright

In the hand the firefly makes a cold brilliance, 1966–67

Stanton Macdonald-Wright

Colophon, 1966–67

Stanton Macdonald-Wright

Table of Contents, 1966–67

Stanton Macdonald-Wright

An old pond a frog leaps in. The sound of water, 1966–67

Stanton Macdonald-Wright

A cloud of cherry blossoms; a temple bell, is it from Uero, is it from Asakusa, 1966–67

Stanton Macdonald-Wright

An octopus trap and fleeting dreams under a summer moon, 1966–67

Stanton Macdonald-Wright

Wild sea and the Milky Way athwart the island of Sado, 1966–67

Stanton Macdonald-Wright

Bright red sun cruelly hot but the wind is of autumn, 1966–67

Stanton Macdonald-Wright

On a journey ill, my dreams wander over the withered moor, 1966–67

Stanton Macdonald-Wright

The spring sea swelling and falling all the day, 1966–67

Stanton Macdonald-Wright

Departing spring hesitates in the late cherry blossoms, 1966–67

Stanton Macdonald-Wright

Sunbeams slant on the riverbank and cold rain falls from a floating cloud, 1966–67

Stanton Macdonald-Wright

Demons sowing barley in the long rays of sunset, 1966–67

Stanton Macdonald-Wright

Slow days piling up, how distant they seem, these past times, 1966–67

Stanton Macdonald-Wright

On small islands also men till the earth while larks sing above, 1966–67

Stanton Macdonald-Wright

Naked in the rain, riding a naked horse, 1966–67

Stanton Macdonald-Wright

Stony river rippling, lighting flickering, 1966–67

Stanton Macdonald-Wright

O flying butterfly I feel myself a creature of dust, 1966–67

Stanton Macdonald-Wright

A train passes, how the smoke swirls around the young leaves, 1966–67

Stanton Macdonald-Wright

Cruel heat, my mind in a whirl, I listen to the thunder rumble, 1966–67

Stanton Macdonald-Wright

Haiga Portfolio, 1966–67

Stanton Macdonald-Wright

No matter what we wear, we are beautiful when moon-viewing, 1966–67

Stanton Macdonald-Wright

The sound of a cracked temple bell is also hot under a summer moon, 1966–67

Stanton Macdonald-Wright

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