Ailsa Lee Brown Dressmakers 1937 woodcut Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Paul Cadmus Fidelma 1937 tempera and oil on panel Delaware Art Museum, Wilmington |
Hans Hasenpflug Rhapsody in Satin 1937 gelatin silver print Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
James Edmund Allen Standing Pipe 1937 lithograph New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut |
Vanessa Bell The School Room 1937 lithograph Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide |
Giorgio Cavallon Untitled 1937 oil on canvas Delaware Art Museum, Wilmington |
Charles Joseph Biederman Paris, March 7, 1937 1937 oil on canvas Phoenix Art Museum, Arizona |
Humphrey Spender Thanksgiving for the Harvest 1937 oil on canvas National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Frank Hinder P&O to London via Suez 1937 lithograph (poster) Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Joan Miró Aidez l'Espagne 1937 pochoir (poster) Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Georges Rouault Courtesan (illustration for Les Fleurs du Mal) 1937 etching and aquatint Agnes Etherington Art Centre, Kingston, Ontario |
Eugene Edward Speicher Red Scarf 1937 oil on board New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut |
Plato Cornelius Ustinov Portrait of Mrs Nation 1937 oil on canvas Art Gallery of Greater Victoria, British, Columbia |
Mme. Paulette Hat 1937 organdy, nylon mesh, artificial violets Royal Ontario Museum, Toronto |
Harold Winfield Scott Illustration for Top-Notch Detective Magazine 1937 oil on canvas New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut |
Walter Martin Baumhofer Race Williams (magazine illustration) 1937 oil on canvas New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut |
from The Quest
Ashamed to be the darling of his grief,
He joined a gang of rowdy stories where
His gift for magic quickly made him chief
Of all these boyish powers of the air;
Who turned his hungers into Roman food,
The town's asymmetry into a park;
All hours took taxis, any solitude
Became his flattered duchess in the dark.
But, if he wished for anything less grand,
The nights came padding after him like wild
The nights came padding after him like wild
Beasts that meant harm, and all the doors cried Thief;
And when Truth met him and put out her hand,
He clung in panic to his tall belief
And shrank away like an ill-treated child.
He clung in panic to his tall belief
And shrank away like an ill-treated child.
– W.H. Auden (1940)