San Francisco Museum of Modern Art Benefactor
Harriet Lane Levy bequeathed to the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art:
André Derain, Paysage du midi, 1906 oil on canvas;
Peter David Edstrom, Portrait of Miss Levy, ca. 1907-1908 terracotta;
Henri Manguin, Nu sous les arbres (Nude beneath the Trees) (study), 1905 oil on canvasboard; Corsican Landscape;
Henri Matisse, Corsican Landscape, 1899 oil on canvas; La Table au café (Café Table), ca. 1899 oil on canvas; Le Serf (The Slave), 1900–1903, bronze; Madeleine, I, 1901 bronze; Flowers, 1905 oil on cardboard; Assiette de fruits (Fruit Dish), 1902-1903 oil on canvas 1907; La fille aux yeux verts (The Girl with Green Eyes), 1908 oil on canvas; Grosse tête; Henriette, II (Large Head; Henriette, II), 1927 bronze;
Pablo Picasso, Scène de rue (Street Scene), 1900 oil on canvas.
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