Saturday, May 4, 2024

Laurencin - Floris - Morris - Cook

Marie Laurencin
Three Women
1935
oil on canvas
Loeb Art Center, Vassar College, Poughkeepsie, New York

Marie Laurencin
Woman
ca. 1921
oil on canvas
Dallas Museum of Art

Marie Laurencin
Jeune Fille
ca. 1935
oil on canvas
Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide

Marie Laurencin
Bon-Bon
ca. 1930
lithograph
Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney

Frans Floris
Studies of Antique Sculpture
ca. 1540-50
drawing
Kupferstichkabinett, Kunstmuseum Basel

Frans Floris
Studies of Antique Sculpture
ca. 1540-50
drawing
Kupferstichkabinett, Kunstmuseum Basel

Frans Floris
Study Head of Roman Emperor
ca. 1560
oil on panel
Royal Museum of Fine Arts, Antwerp

Frans Floris
Study Head of Woman
before 1570
oil on panel
Rubenshuis, Antwerp

William Morris
Floral Repeat-Pattern
ca. 1876
graphite and gouache on paper
Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide

William Morris (designer)
Apple Pattern
1877
block-printed wallpaper
Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide

William Morris (designer)
Evenlode
ca. 1925
block-printed cotton textile
Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide

William Morris (designer)
Floral Tiles
ca. 1878
glazed earthenware
Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide

Ray Cook
Assault on Persia: Self Portrait, Heavy with Child
1993
gelatin silver print
Queensland Art Gallery, Brisbane

Ray Cook
Mother of Nations:
Portrait of the Artist neglecting to keep Himself Nice

1993
gelatin silver print
Queensland Art Gallery, Brisbane

Ray Cook
Symbiosis: Meg and Su
1990
gelatin silver print
Queensland Art Gallery, Brisbane

Ray Cook
Untitled
1992
gelatin silver print
Queensland Art Gallery, Brisbane

from The Sea and the Mirror

Alonso:

Dear Son, when the warm multitudes cry,
Ascend your throne majestically,
But keep in mind the waters where fish
See sceptres descending with no wish
To touch them, sit regal and erect,
But imagine the sands where a crown
Has the status of a broken-down
Sofa or mutilated statue:
Remember as bells and cannon boom
The cold deep that does not envy you,
The sunburnt superficial kingdom
Where a king is an object. 

Expect no help from others, for who
Talk sense to princes or refer to
The scorpion in official speeches
As they unveil some granite Progress
Leading a child and holding a bunch
Of lilies? In their Royal Zoos the
Shark and the octopus are tactfully
Omitted; synchronised clocks march on
Within their powers: without, remain
The ocean flats where no subscription
Concerts are given, the desert plain
Where there is nothing for lunch. 

Only your darkness can tell you what
A prince's ornate mirror dare not,
Which you should fear more – the sea in which
A tyrant sinks entangled in rich
Robes while a mistress turns a white back
Upon his splutter, or the desert
Where an emperor stands in his shirt
While his diary is read by sneering 
Beggars, and far off he notices
A lean horror flapping and hopping
Toward him with inhuman swiftness:
Learn from your dreams what you lack,

For as your fears are, so must you hope.
The Way of Justice is a tightrope
Where no prince is safe for one instant
Unless he trust his embarrassment,
As in his left ear the siren sings
Meltingly of water and a night
Where all flesh had peace, and on his right
The efreet offers a brilliant void
Where his mind could be perfectly clear
And all his limitations destroyed:
Many young princes soon disappear
To join all the unjust kings. 

– W.H. Auden (1942-44)