William James Glackens Cape Cod Pier 1908 oil on canvas NSU Art Museum, Fort Lauderdale, Florida |
William James Glackens Dancer in Blue ca. 1906 oil on canvas NSU Art Museum, Fort Lauderdale, Florida |
William James Glackens Lake Bathers no. 2 ca. 1920 oil on canvas NSU Art Museum, Fort Lauderdale, Florida |
William James Glackens Le Baou 1925 oil on canvas New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut |
Paul Jacoulet The Mandarin with Glasses, Manchukuo 1950 gouache and ink on paper Asian Art Museum, San Francisco |
Paul Jacoulet The Gamblers 1941 color woodblock print Queensland Art Gallery, Brisbane |
Paul Jacoulet The Green Caterpillar 1936 color woodblock print Queensland Art Gallery, Brisbane |
Paul Jacoulet Betel Nuts 1940 color woodblock print Queensland Art Galler, Brisbane |
Rennie Ellis Marietta 1978 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Rennie Ellis Kerford Road Beach, Albert Park 1981 gelatin silver print Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide |
Rennie Ellis Bo and his Mates 1977 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Rennie Ellis Midnight Show, King's Cross ca. 1970-71 gelatin silver print Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide |
Aleksandra Exster The Music Lesson ca. 1925 oil on canvas National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Aleksandra Exster Set Design for Circus 1930 pochoir McNay Art Museum, San Antonio, Texas |
Aleksandra Exster Set Design for Circus 1930 pochoir National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Aleksandra Exster Set Design for The Merchant of Venice 1930 pochoir National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
from The Quest
His peasant parents killed themselves with toil
To let their darling leave a stingy soil
For any of those fine professions which
Encourage shallow breathing, and grow rich.
The pressure of their fond ambition made
Their shy and county-loving child afraid
No sensible career was good enough,
Only a hero could deserve such love.
So here he was without maps or supplies,
A hundred miles from any decent town;
The desert glared into his blood-shot eyes,
The silence roared displeasure:
looking down,
He saw the shadow of an Average Man
Attempting the exceptional, and ran.
– W.H. Auden (1940)