Fiona Hall Headquarters of the Revolutionaries 2008 resin Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide |
Fiona Hall Fronding Vase 1997 glass National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Fiona Hall Launceston, Tasmania 1983 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Fiona Hall Versailles 1976 gelatin silver print Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Joe Goode Glass and Spoon - Left Middle 1967 lithograph and screenprint National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Joe Goode Glass at Top - Spoon on Bottom 1967 lithograph and screenprint National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Joe Goode Glass Middle Left - Spoon Middle Right 1967 lithograph and screenprint National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Joe Goode Glass Middle Right - Spoon Upper Middle 1967 lithograph and screenprint National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Jo Ann Callis Salt, Pepper and Fire 1980 C-print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Jo Ann Callis The Dish Trick 1985 C-print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Jo Ann Callis No Title 1984 C-print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Jo Ann Callis Head and Torso 1985 C-print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Charles Conder An Impressionist (Tom Roberts) ca. 1889 oil on panel Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Charles Conder Bronte Beach, Queen's Birthday 1888 oil on panel Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Charles Conder The Hot Sands, Mustapha, Algiers 1891 oil on canvas Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Charles Conder Under a Southern Sun 1890 oil on canvas National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
from The Quest
Out of it steps our future, through this door
Enigmas, executioners and rules,
Her Majesty in a bad temper or
A red-nosed Fool who makes a fool of fools.
Her Majesty in a bad temper or
A red-nosed Fool who makes a fool of fools.
Great persons eye it in the twilight for
A past it might so carelessly let in,
A widow with a missionary grin,
the foaming inundation at a roar.
A past it might so carelessly let in,
A widow with a missionary grin,
the foaming inundation at a roar.
We pile our all against it when afraid,
And beat upon its panels when we die:
And beat upon its panels when we die:
By happening to be open once, it made
Enormous Alice see a wonderland
That waited for her in the sunshine and,
Simply by being tiny, made her cry.
Enormous Alice see a wonderland
That waited for her in the sunshine and,
Simply by being tiny, made her cry.
– W.H. Auden (1940)