Monday, June 10, 2024

Made in 1936

Grace Cossington-Smith
The Lacquer Room
1936
oil on board
Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney

Herbert Badham
Breakfast Piece
1936
oil on panel
Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney

James Cant
Objects in a Landscape
1936
oil on canvas
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Louise Dahl-Wolfe
Chinese Vase
1936
gelatin silver print
Art Institute of Chicago

Mary Edwell-Burke
Self Portrait
1936
oil on canvas
Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney

David Bomberg
The Valley of Beddgelert, North Wales
1936
oil on canvas
Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide

Phil Dike
Copper
1936
oil on canvas
Phoenix Art Museum, Arizona

Man Ray
Mathematical Object
1936
gelatin silver print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

George Platt Lynes
Blanchard Kennedy
1936
gelatin silver print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Max Ernst (designer)
Catalogue - International Surrealist Exhibition - London
1936
lineblock after collage, with letterpress
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Harold Edgerton
Antique Gun Firing
1936
gelatin silver print 
Beaverbrook Art Gallery, Fredericton, New Brunswick

Wanda Gag
Cobbler's Shop
1936
woodcut
New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut

Reginald Marsh
Minsky's New Gotham Chorus
1936
etching
New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut

Hugh Joseph Ward
Illustration for Spicy Detective Magazine
1936
oil on canvas
New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut

Henry Landon Parkhurst
Illustration for Spicy Detective Magazine
1936
oil on canvas
New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut

Elsa Schiaparelli
Evening Gown
1936
silk satin (bias cut) and silk tulle
National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne

from The Quest

No window in his suburb lights that bedroom where
A little fever heard large afternoons at play:
His meadows multiply; that mill, though, is not there
Which went on grinding at the back of love all day.

Nor all his weeping ways through weary wastes have found
The castle where his Greater Hallows are interned;
For broken bridges halt him, and dark thickets round
Some ruin where an evil heritage was burned. 

Could he forget a child's ambition to be old
And institutions where it learned to wash and lie,
He'd tell the truth for which he thinks himself too young,

That everywhere on his horizon, all the sky, 
Is now, as always, only waiting to be told
To be his father's house and speak his mother tongue. 

– W.H. Auden (1940)