Philippe de Champaigne Abbess of the Trinity at Caen ca. 1629 oil on canvas Norton Simon Museum, Pasadena |
Philippe de Champaigne Christ in the House of Simon the Pharisee ca. 1656 oil on canvas Musée des Beaux-Arts de Nantes |
Philippe de Champaigne Virgin and Child ca. 1635 oil on canvas Alte Pinakothek, Munich |
Philippe de Champaigne Louis XIV ceding his Crown to the Virgin (with his mother and brother looking on) ca. 1643 oil on canvas Hamburger Kunsthalle |
Max Dean Stack of Albums 2010 C-print Ottawa Art Gallery, Ontario |
Max Dean Trigger (Sitting with Doll) 2010 C-print Ottawa Art Gallery, Ontario |
Max Dean Trigger (Crying) 2010 C-print Ottawa Art Gallery, Ontario |
Max Dean Sacrifice (Tearing Photo) 2010 C-print Ottawa Art Gallery, Ontario |
Edgar Degas Le Bain ca. 1895 oil on canvas Art Gallery of Ontario, Toronto |
Edgar Degas Woman putting on Stockings ca. 1883 pastel on board Nasjonalmuseet, Oslo |
Edgar Degas Woman Drying ca. 1876-77 pastel over monotype Norton Simon Museum, Pasadena |
Edgar Degas Woman leaving the Bath ca. 1876-77 pastel over monotype Norton Simon Museum, Pasadena |
Gustave Courbet Hunted Stag 1869 oil on canvas Landesmuseum Hannover |
Gustave Courbet Roe Deer at a Stream 1868 oil on canvas Kimbell Art Museum, Fort Worth |
Gustave Courbet Seascape ca. 1865 oil on canvas Museum of Fine Arts, Houston |
Gustave Courbet The Meuse at Freyr ca. 1856 oil on canvas Palais des Beaux-Arts de Lille |
from Part Three of The Age of Anxiety
Malin says:
Boring and bare of shade,
Devoid of souvenirs and voices,
It takes will to cross this waste
Which is really empty: the mirage
Need not be tasty to tempt;
Boring and bare of shade,
Devoid of souvenirs and voices,
It takes will to cross this waste
Which is really empty: the mirage
Need not be tasty to tempt;
For the senses arouse themselves,
And an image of humpbacked girls
Or plates of roasted rats
Can make the mouth water.
With nothing to know about,
The mind reflects on its movements
And so doubles any distance.
And an image of humpbacked girls
Or plates of roasted rats
Can make the mouth water.
With nothing to know about,
The mind reflects on its movements
And so doubles any distance.
Even if we had time
To read through all the wrinkled
Reports of explorers who claim
That hidden arrant streams
Chuckle through this chapped land
In profound and meagre fissures,
Or that this desert is dotted with
Oases where acrobats dwell
Who make unbelievable leaps,
We should never have proof they were not
Deceiving us. For the only certain
Truth is that they returned,
And that we cannot be deaf to the question:
To read through all the wrinkled
Reports of explorers who claim
That hidden arrant streams
Chuckle through this chapped land
In profound and meagre fissures,
Or that this desert is dotted with
Oases where acrobats dwell
Who make unbelievable leaps,
We should never have proof they were not
Deceiving us. For the only certain
Truth is that they returned,
And that we cannot be deaf to the question:
"Do I love this world so well
That I have to know how it ends?"
That I have to know how it ends?"
– W.H. Auden (1944-46)