George Herms Untitled 1961 oil paint, gouache and ink on paper Menil Collection, Houston |
Wallace Berman George Herms Exhibition at Batman Gallery, San Francisco 1961 screenprint (poster) San Jose Museum of Art, California |
Sid Avery Jayne Mansfield, Sunset Strip, Los Angeles 1961 gelatin silver print Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Gjon Mili Jane Fonda 1961 gelatin silver print San Diego Museum of Art |
Esther Bubley Mrs Mary Coit in Subway 1961 gelatin silver print San Diego Museum of Art |
Lewis Morley Jean Shrimpton 1961 gelatin silver print Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Jacques Schnier Pierced Relief 1961 bronze Crocker Art Museum, Sacramento, California |
Arthur Lismer Tree in Blue 1961 oil on panel Ottawa Art Gallery, Ontario |
Larry Bell Untitled 1961 oil on canvas Los Angeles County Museum of Art |
Larry Bell Untitled 1961 oil on paper, mounted on board Norton Simon Museum, Pasadena, California |
John Fox A Glance in the Mirror 1961 oil on canvas Beaverbrook Art Gallery, Fredericton, New Brunswick |
Minor White La Rue, Cape Meares, Oregon 1961 gelatin silver print San Diego Museum of Art |
Frederick Hammersley On In 1961 oil on linen Los Angeles County Museum of Art |
Claude Picard Lady Beaverbrook 1961 oil on board Beaverbrook Art Gallery, Fredericton, New Brunswick |
Halston for Bergdorf Goodman Hat 1961 velvet Phoenix Art Museum, Arizona |
Peter Saul Super Crime Team 1961 oil on canvas Hall Collection, Schloss Derneburg, Germany |
Our Bias
The hour-glass whispers to the lion's roar,
The clock-towers tell the gardens day and night
How many errors Time has patience for,
How wrong they are in being always right.
Yet Time, however loud its chimes or deep,
However fast its falling torrent flows,
Has never put one lion off his leap
Nor shaken the assurance of a rose.
For they, it seems care only for success:
While we choose words according to their sound
While we choose words according to their sound
And judge a problem by its awkwardness;
And Time with us was always popular.
When have we not preferred some going round
To going straight to where we are?
– W.H. Auden (1939)