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Man with Hands on Sign for “Sex Super Market,” Denmark
Man with Hands on Sign for “Sex Super Market,” Denmark

Man with Hands on Sign for “Sex Super Market,” Denmark

Artist (American, 1930 – 2019)
Date1974
Period20th century
Mediumgelatin silver print
DimensionsImage Size: 9 3/8 x 5 ¾ inches
Object Size: 9 3/8 x 5 ¾ inches
Credit LineGift of Dr. and Mrs. Stephen Nicholas
Object number2014.136
Curatorial DepartmentModern & Contemporary Art
_Place of OriginUnited States
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[Little boy watching hand of heavy-set woman dip into his popcorn]
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1961/72
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Mike Disfarmer
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Man with exposed belly and a man with crutches, New York
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1984
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Ken Heyman
1961, printed 1973
Object number: 2015.083
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Ken Heyman
1959, printed 1972
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A young man standing in front of his highly decorated family house, Bauchi, Nigeria
A young man standing in front of his highly decorated family house, Bauchi, Nigeria
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1959
Object number: 2016.261
Rio [Man lying on ground in front of bench]
Rio [Man lying on ground in front of bench]
Ken Heyman
1965/printed 1972
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Man with a cigarette in mouth holding an infant, Bali, Indonesia
Man with a cigarette in mouth holding an infant, Bali, Indonesia
Ken Heyman
1959
Object number: 2018.194
Study of girl's hands combing doll's hair
Study of girl's hands combing doll's hair
Ilse Bing
1953
Object number: 2018.146
93. Curry County, Oregon. . . . the poor joiner, working at his wood, Knew not the tree from which the planks were taken, Knew not the glade from which the trunk was brought, Knew not the soil in which the roots were fast, Nor by what centuries of gales the boughs were shaken, But holds them all beneath his hands at last V. Sackville-West How much more difficult it is to imagine the origin of a sheet of chip board. As John Hay has written, we are “destroyers who are incapable of identifying our victims.”From Turning Back, A Photographic Journal of Re-exploration
93. Curry County, Oregon. . . . the poor joiner, working at his wood, Knew not the tree from which the planks were taken, Knew not the glade from which the trunk was brought, Knew not the soil in which the roots were fast, Nor by what centuries of gales the boughs were shaken, But holds them all beneath his hands at last V. Sackville-West How much more difficult it is to imagine the origin of a sheet of chip board. As John Hay has written, we are “destroyers who are incapable of identifying our victims.”From Turning Back, A Photographic Journal of Re-exploration
Robert Adams
1999–2003
Object number: 2006.026.093
103. Saddle Mountain (3,257 feet) as seen from the side of Humbug Mountain (2,452 feet), Clatsop County, Oregon. Saddle Mountain is the highest point in the Coastal Range in northwestern Oregon. The sorrow one feels here today is not new. Sam Churchill (1911–1991), a well-known newspaperman who was raised in a logging camp near Saddle Mountain, remembered experiencing it as a young child walking with his mother: “I knew that already donkey engines of the Saddle Mountain Logging Company were gnawing at the vast belt of timber almost at the mountain’s foot. A great panic and sadness suddenly welled up within me. I clutched at on of Mother’s blackberry-picking hands. ‘I don’t want all the trees to be gone,’ I sobbed in boyish agony. There, in the sullen loneliness of a logged-off ridge top, and surrounded by blackberry vines and with Saddle
103. Saddle Mountain (3,257 feet) as seen from the side of Humbug Mountain (2,452 feet), Clatsop County, Oregon. Saddle Mountain is the highest point in the Coastal Range in northwestern Oregon. The sorrow one feels here today is not new. Sam Churchill (1911–1991), a well-known newspaperman who was raised in a logging camp near Saddle Mountain, remembered experiencing it as a young child walking with his mother: “I knew that already donkey engines of the Saddle Mountain Logging Company were gnawing at the vast belt of timber almost at the mountain’s foot. A great panic and sadness suddenly welled up within me. I clutched at on of Mother’s blackberry-picking hands. ‘I don’t want all the trees to be gone,’ I sobbed in boyish agony. There, in the sullen loneliness of a logged-off ridge top, and surrounded by blackberry vines and with Saddle
Robert Adams
1999–2003
Object number: 2006.026.103
104. Saddle Mountain (3,257 feet) as seen from the side of Humbug Mountain (2,452 feet), Clatsop County, Oregon. Saddle Mountain is the highest point in the Coastal Range in northwestern Oregon. The sorrow one feels here today is not new. Sam Churchill (1911–1991), a well-known newspaperman who was raised in a logging camp near Saddle Mountain, remembered experiencing it as a young child walking with his mother: “I knew that already donkey engines of the Saddle Mountain Logging Company were gnawing at the vast belt of timber almost at the mountain’s foot. A great panic and sadness suddenly welled up within me. I clutched at on of Mother’s blackberry-picking hands. ‘I don’t want all the trees to be gone,’ I sobbed in boyish agony. There, in the sullen loneliness of a logged-off ridge top, and surrounded by blackberry vines and with Saddle
104. Saddle Mountain (3,257 feet) as seen from the side of Humbug Mountain (2,452 feet), Clatsop County, Oregon. Saddle Mountain is the highest point in the Coastal Range in northwestern Oregon. The sorrow one feels here today is not new. Sam Churchill (1911–1991), a well-known newspaperman who was raised in a logging camp near Saddle Mountain, remembered experiencing it as a young child walking with his mother: “I knew that already donkey engines of the Saddle Mountain Logging Company were gnawing at the vast belt of timber almost at the mountain’s foot. A great panic and sadness suddenly welled up within me. I clutched at on of Mother’s blackberry-picking hands. ‘I don’t want all the trees to be gone,’ I sobbed in boyish agony. There, in the sullen loneliness of a logged-off ridge top, and surrounded by blackberry vines and with Saddle
Robert Adams
1999–2003
Object number: 2006.026.104