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We Reach for our Dead Hearts (We Reach for Our Lost Hearts)
We Reach for our Dead Hearts (We Reach for Our Lost Hearts)

We Reach for our Dead Hearts (We Reach for Our Lost Hearts)

Artist Clarence John Laughlin (American, 1905 - 1985)
DateFebruary 9, 1941; printed 1950
MediumGelatin silver print
DimensionsOverall: 13 1/2 x 10 5/8 inches (34.29 x 26.99 cm)
Credit LineGift of Hallmark Cards, Inc.
Object number2005.27.1715
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DescriptionGelatin silver print. Strange image of tombstone with a hand protuding through it.
Copyright© The Historic New Orleans Collection
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Bullet Through Jack of Hearts
Bullet Through Jack of Hearts
Harold Eugene Edgerton
1960
F96-25/22
To All Well Born Hearts The Country Is Dear
To All Well Born Hearts The Country Is Dear
Honoré Daumier
1836-1838
F68-7/96
We lived in our house for a year without any living room furniture. We wanted to furnish the room with things we loved, not early attic or leftovers. Now we have everything but the pictures and the lamps. (#2 of 2-part diptych)
We lived in our house for a year without any living room furniture. We wanted to furnish the room with things we loved, not early attic or leftovers. Now we have everything but the pictures and the lamps. (#2 of 2-part diptych)
Bill Owens
ca. 1972; printed 1998
2007.54.52
We lived in our house for a year without any living room furniture. We wanted to furnish the room with things we loved, not early attic or leftovers. Now we have everything but the pictures and the lamps. (#1 of 2-part diptych)
We lived in our house for a year without any living room furniture. We wanted to furnish the room with things we loved, not early attic or leftovers. Now we have everything but the pictures and the lamps. (#1 of 2-part diptych)
Bill Owens
ca. 1972; printed 1998
2007.54.53
Tuo-Tuo, our dog, is a very expensive household pet. It costs 30¢ a day to feed him-that's $109 a year-and $13 a month to have him groomed-that's $155 a year-not including the vet bill. We spend over $350 a year, but we don't care. We love him.
Tuo-Tuo, our dog, is a very expensive household pet. It costs 30¢ a day to feed him-that's $109 a year-and $13 a month to have him groomed-that's $155 a year-not including the vet bill. We spend over $350 a year, but we don't care. We love him.
Bill Owens
ca. 1972; printed 1998
2007.54.14
Our Festering Hands Ruin All.
Our Festering Hands Ruin All.
Clarence John Laughlin
1949
2005.27.1747
The House of the Lost( The Melieu of Loss)
The House of the Lost( The Melieu of Loss)
Clarence John Laughlin
1940; printed 1981
2005.27.1672
Poem of a Lost Street No. 1
Poem of a Lost Street No. 1
Clarence John Laughlin
1955
2005.27.1759
Through a Door in the Slums (The Lost Child)
Through a Door in the Slums (The Lost Child)
Clarence John Laughlin
February 12, 1939; printed 1958
2005.27.1734
Street of the Lost
Street of the Lost
Clarence John Laughlin
1939
2005.27.1722
We're really happy. Our kids are healthy, we eat good food, and we have a really nice home.
We're really happy. Our kids are healthy, we eat good food, and we have a really nice home.
Bill Owens
ca. 1972; printed 1998
2007.54.33
Basically we are very much alike, the same individual. Our temperaments however are different, we reflect on things differently. My son was raised to think for himself. My father is an ex-army officer, I'm an ex-Marine.
Basically we are very much alike, the same individual. Our temperaments however are different, we reflect on things differently. My son was raised to think for himself. My father is an ex-army officer, I'm an ex-Marine.
Bill Owens
ca. 1972; printed 1998
2007.54.103