Saturday, June 15, 2024

Mitchell - Höfer - Léger - Barbier

Joan Mitchell
Brush
1981
lithograph
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Joan Mitchell
Little Weeds I
1992
etching and aquatint
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Joan Mitchell
Little Weeds II
1992
etching and aquatint
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Joan Mitchell
Bedford II
1981
lithograph
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Candida Höfer
Campo Santo, Pisa
1985
C-print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Candida Höfer
Museum Karlshorst, Berlin III
1991
C-print
Queensland Art Gallery, Brisbane

Candida Höfer
Natural History Museum, London II
1990
C-print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Candida Höfer
Sorbonne, Paris
1989
C-print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Fernand Léger
Sculptures Polychromes
1953
lithograph
(exhibition poster)
Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney

Fernand Léger
Fernand Léger - Galerie Beyeler
1964
lithograph and letterpress
(exhibition poster)
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Fernand Léger
Le Bonheur (étude)
ca. 1953
lithograph
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Fernand Léger
Paysage
1948
lithograph
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Georges Barbier
Robe de Chambre
1913
pochoir
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Georges Barbier
Blouse Japonaise en soie sur une Jupe plissée
1913
pochoir
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Georges Barbier
Deux Heures du Matin
1923
pochoir
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Georges Barbier
Sortilèges: Robe de soir de Gustave Beer
1922
pochoir
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

from The Quest

This is an architecture for the odd;
Thus heaven was attached by the afraid,
So once, unconsciously, a virgin made
Her maidenhead conspicuous to a god. 

Here on dark nights while worlds of triumph sleep
Lost Love in abstract speculation burns,
And exiled Will to politics returns
In epic verse that makes the traitors weep.

Yet many come to wish their tower a well;
For those who dread to drown, of thirst may die,
Those who see all become invisible:

Here great magicians, caught in their own spell,
Long for a natural climate as they sigh
"Beware of Magic" to the passer-by. 

– W.H. Auden (1940)