Friday, June 28, 2024

Made in 1960

Euan Uglow
Miss Jonquil Alpe
1960
oil on canvas
Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide

Madame Grès
Evening Gown
1960
silk jersey
Phoenix Art Museum, Arizona

Yves Saint Laurent for Dior
Dress
1960
silk and cotton
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Lucie Rie
Vase
1960
stoneware
Art Gallery of Greater Victoria, British Columbia

David Park
Back of Nude
1960
gouache on paper
Crocker Art Museum, Sacramento, California

Carel Weight
The Big Tree
1960
oil on panel
Beaverbrook Art Gallery, Fredericton, New Brunswick

Karel Appel
Deux Têtes dans le Printemps
1960
oil on canvas
Art Gallery of Ontario, Toronto

John Gould
Sighting the Bull
1960
drawing
Beaverbrook Art Gallery, Fredericton, New Brunswick

Bruce McGaw
Standing Figure
1960
oil on canvas
Crocker Art Museum, Sacramento, California

Jock Macdonald
Far-off Drums
1960
oil on canvas
National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa

Guido Molinari
Contrepoint
1960
screenprint
Ottawa Art Gallery, Ontario

Ludwig Hirschfeld-Mack
Cloudstorm menacing a Small Tree
1960
hand-colored transfer print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Jeff Carter
Picnickers, Wanda Beach
1960
gelatin silver print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Lynn Chadwick
The Watchers
1960
bronze
San Diego Museum of Art

Guy Grey-Smith
Figures
1960
screenprint
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Morris Louis
Beta Nu
1960
acrylic on canvas
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

from The Dark Years
 
Will the inflamed ego attempt as before
to migrate again to her family place,
          to the hanging gardens of Eros
     and the moons of a magical summer?

The local train does not run any more,
the heretical roses have lost their scent,
          and her Cornish Hollow of tryst is
     swarming now with discourteous villains

whom Father's battered hat cannot wave away,
and the fancy-governed sequence leads us all
          back to the labyrinth where either
     we are found or lose ourselves for ever.

What signs ought we to make to be found, how can
we will the knowledge that we must know to will?
          The waste is a suburb of prophets,
     but who has seen Jesus and who only

Judas the Abyss? The rocks are big and bad,
death all too substantial in the thinning air,
          learning screams in the narrow gate where
     events are traded with time but cannot

tell what logic must and must not leave to fate,
or what laws we are permitted to obey:
          there are no birds now, predatory
     glaciers glitter in a chilly evening,

and death is probable. 

– W.H. Auden (1940)