Yousuf Karsh Glenn Gould 1957 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Louise Nevelson Sky Cathedral 1957 painted wood San Jose Museum of Art, California |
Karl Stanley Benjamin Totem Group 1957 oil on canvas San Jose Museum of Art, California |
John Bratby Interior with Fireplace and Window at Greenwich 1957 oil on board Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Stuart Davis Premiere 1957 oil on canvas Los Angeles County Museum of Art |
Richard Diebenkorn Women Outside 1957 oil on canvas Art Gallery of Ontario, Toronto |
Edward Giobbi Portrait of Luisa 1957 oil on canvas New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut |
Mourlot Imprimeurs (Paris) Jacques Villon Windows at Metz Cathedral 1957 lithograph (poster) National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Justin O'Brien Boy in Costume 1957 oil on panel Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Ceri Richards La Cathédrale Engloutie no. 3 1957 oil on canvas Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Mark Rothko #20 1957 oil on canvas National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Ruskin Spear Winston Churchill 1957 oil on canvas Beaverbrook Art Gallery, Fredericton, New Brunswick |
Edwin Tanner Track Man 1957 oil on canvas Heide Museum of Modern Art, Bulleen, Australia |
Holt Renfrew Girl's Formal Dress 1957 embroidered cotton organdy Royal Ontario Museum, Toronto |
Keith Vaughan Figure against Blue Background 1957 oil on canvas Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
from The Quest
Spinning upon their central thirst like tops,
They went the Negative Way towards the Dry;
By empty caves beneath an empty sky
By empty caves beneath an empty sky
They emptied out their memories like slops,
Which made a foul marsh as they dried to death,
Where monsters bred who forced them to forget
The lovelies their consent avoided; yet,
The lovelies their consent avoided; yet,
Still praising the Absurd with their last breath,
They seeded out into their miracles:
The images of each grotesque temptation
Became some painter's happiest inspiration,
And barren wives and burning virgins came
To drink the pure cold water of their wells,
And wish for beaux and children in their name.
– W.H. Auden (1940)