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)