Thursday, June 27, 2024

Murray - Nash - Motherwell - Muybridge

Alec Murray
Model Denise Serrault
ca. 1955
dye transfer print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Alec Murray
Veruschka in Three-Piece Suit
(advertising campaign)
ca. 1970
gelatin silver print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Alec Murray
Veruschka en travesti and as herself
(advertising campaign)
ca. 1970
gelatin silver print
Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney

Alec Murray
Fashion Model at Paris Metro entrance
in Gown by Claude Rivière

1959
gelatin silver print
Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney

Paul Nash
Stage Design for Die Walkure, act III
1925
wood-engraving
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Paul Nash
Nativity
1927
linocut
(illustration to poem by Siegfried Sassoon)
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Paul Nash
Abstract no. 1
1924
wood-engraving
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Paul Nash
Abstract no. 2
1926
wood-engraving
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Robert Motherwell
Three Figures
1989
lithograph
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Robert Motherwell
Three Figures
1989
lithograph
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Robert Motherwell
Blue Elegy
1987
lithograph and pressed paper pulp
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Robert Motherwell
Wall Painting no. 1
1952
oil on panel
Art Gallery of Ontario, Toronto

Eadweard Muybridge
Animal Locomotion, Plate 335
1887
collotypes
Akron Art Museum, Ohio

Eadweard Muybridge
Animal Locomotion, Plate 340
1887
collotypes
Akron Art Museum, Ohio

Eadweard Muybridge
Clinton cantering with bareback rider
ca. 1884-86
collotypes
National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa

Eadweard Muybridge
Cockatoo Flying
ca. 1885
collotypes
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

from The Dark Years

Returning each morning from a timeless world,
the senses open upon a world of time:
          after so many years the light is
     novel still and immensely ambitious,

but, translated from her own informal world,
the ego is bewildered and does not want
          a shining novelty this morning
     and does not like the noise or the people.

For behind the doors of this ambitious day
stand shadows with enormous grudges, outside
          its chartered ocean of perception
     misshapen coastguards drunk with foreboding;

and whispering websters, creeping through the world,
discredit so much literature and praise.
          Summer was worse than we expected:
     now an Autumn cold comes on the water,

as lesser lives retire on their savings, their
small deposits of starches and nuts, and soon
          will be asleep or travelling or
     dead. But this year the towns of our childhood

are changing complexion along with the woods,
and many who have shared our conduct will add
          their pinches of detritus to the
     nutritive chain of determined being,

and even our uneliminated decline
to a vita minima, huddling for warmth,
          the hard- and the soft-mouthed together
     in a coma of waiting, just breathing

in a darkness of tribulation and death,
while blizzards havoc the garden and the old
          Folly becomes unsafe, the mill-wheels
     rust, and the weirs fall slowly to pieces.

– W.H. Auden (1940)