D.W. Mellor Pear and Orange 1996 gelatin silver print Philadelphia Museum of Art |
Martin Parr Untitled (series, British Food) 1996 C-print Denver Art Museum |
Andrew Moore Fire Curtain 1996 C-print Brooklyn Museum |
Alexey Titarenko Stranger, Saint Petersburg 1996 gelatin silver print Denver Art Museum |
Alexey Titarenko Curved Frozen Canal, Saint Petersburg 1998 gelatin silver print Denver Art Museum |
Danny Lyon James Dedios, Jicarilla Apache, Dulce, New Mexico 1997 gelatin silver print Fine Arts Museums of San Francisco (Achenbach Foundation) |
John Coplans Untitled - Study for Self-Portrait 1997 nine digital prints Yale University Art Gallery |
Karl Lagerfeld Model wearing Nimbus Hat (Chanel haute-couture) 1997 gelatin silver print Fine Arts Museums of San Francisco (Achenbach Foundation) |
Tom Hunter Woman reading a Possession Order 1997 C-print Yale University Art Gallery |
John Pfahl Sawdust Pile, Tioga Corners, PA (series, Piles) 1997 C-print Albright-Knox Art Gallery, Buffalo, New York |
Orit Raff Untitled (Freezer #6) 1997 C-print Albright-Knox Art Gallery, Buffalo, New York |
David Stephenson Dome, Passau, Germany 1997 C-print National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne |
David Stephenson Dome, San Lorenzo, Turin 1997 C-print National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne |
Sam Taylor-Johnson Cry Laughing 1997 C-prints Phillips Collection, Washington DC |
Hiroshi Sugimoto Villa Savoye - Le Corbusier 1998 gelatin silver print Albright-Knox Art Gallery, Buffalo, New York |
Andrea Modica Human Being C11 Female 54 Years 1999 platinum-palladium print Denver Art Museum |
. . . racing to the forest,
Amata now tries greater scandal, spurs
to greater madness. She conceals her daughter
in leafy mountains, stealing from the Trojans
that marriage, holding off the wedding torches:
"Evoe Bacchus!" is her shriek and cry.
"For only you are worthy of the virgin;
for you she has taken up the supple thyrsus;
she circles you in dance, for you she saves
her sacred hair." The news flies on. Straightway
all of the matrons feel the same zeal, kindled
by Furies in their breasts, to seek new homes.
And they desert their houses, bare their necks
and hair before the wind. Still others crowd
the skies with quivering cries; dressed in fawn hides,
they carry vine-bound spears. And at the center
Amata lifts a blazing firebrand
of pine and, raging, sings the wedding song
of Turnus and her daughter as she rolls
her bloodshot eyes; her cry is savage, sudden:
"O Latin mothers, listen now, wherever
you are: if any love still lives within
your pious hearts for sad Amata, if
care for a mother's rights still gnaws at you,
then loose the headbands on your hair, take to
these orgies with me." So Allecto drives
the queen to every side with Bacchus' goads
among the woods, the wilderness of beasts.
– Amata incites the Latin women, from Book VII of Virgil's Aeneid, translated by Allen Mandelbaum (1971)