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Walter Richard Sickert, The Front at Hove (Turpe Senex Miles Turpe Senilis Amor), 1930, Oil paint on canvas, 63.5 x 76.2 cm Courtesy of Tate

Henri Rousseau, Bouquet of Flowers c.1909-10, Oil paint on canvas, 61 x 49.5 cm Courtesy of Tate Bequeathed by C. Frank Stoop 1933

JMW Turner, Seascape with Storm Coming On c1840, Oil paint on canvas, 91.4 x 121.6 cm Courtesy of Tate Accepted by the nation as part of the Turner Bequest 1856 N04445

Alex Katz, Round Hill, 1977, Oil on Linen, Los Angeles County Museum of Art, Partial and Promised Gift of Barry and Julie Smooke Art © Alex Katz/Licensed by VAGA, New York, NY
Digital Image © 2012 Museum Associates / LACMA

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> Alex Katz on Painting: Masterpieces from Tate

6 October 2012 - 20 January 2013

A superb personal selection of works from the Tate Collection, chosen by Alex Katz, including works by George Stubbs, JMW Turner, Walter Sickert, Henri Rousseau, Francis Picabia, Chaim Soutine, Piet Mondrian, David Hockney and Marlene Dumas.

Developed in collaboration with Tate St Ives.

See Alex Katz talk about his work in the Tate Shots film at the bottom of this page. This exhibition is a collaboration with Tate St Ives, where the exhibition is on show until 23 September before travelling to Margate.

On the opening day of Give Me Tomorrow, Alex Katz talked to artist and broadcaster Matthew Collings in front of a live audience about his exhibition at Turner Contemporary. Watch the film at the bottom of this page.

Poet Katrina Naomi was commissioned to write two poems based on works in the exhibitions for our Spotlight tours on 26 October and 4 January. You can read Katrina's poems below. You can download the poems at the bottom of this page.

City Night, after Alex Katz

Every office block has its wants,

opening windows to see past the black and grey

– the colours of the moon – to breathe in

the city’s taste: the fumes of beerish talk,

a park’s clean jasmine; the tang of laughter,

of shouts, of brakes; the sacrifice of trucks,

the modern jazz of trains.

In the absence of stars,

I want to break the code of a skyscraper’s lights –

panes spelling letters in a language I don’t speak,

where bricks and steel focus their dreams