Jasper Johns Alphabet 1969 lithograph National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Jasper Johns Color Numeral Series: Figure 3 1969 lithograph McNay Art Museum, San Antonio, Texas |
Jasper Johns Color Numeral Series: Figure 8 1969 lithograph National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Jasper Johns Voice 1964-67 oil on canvas, with found objects Menil Collection, Houston |
Janet Dawson Hamlet on Ice 1971 screenprint (poster) National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Janet Dawson Self Portrait ca. 1965 Ektachrome slide transparency National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Janet Dawson St George and the Dragon 1964 oil on canvas National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Janet Dawson The Origin of the Milky Way 1964 oil on canvas National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Paul Cézanne Three Bathers ca. 1876-77 oil on canvas Barnes Foundation, Philadelphia |
Paul Cézanne L'Après-midi á Naples ca. 1875 oil on canvas National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Paul Cézanne Still Life with Skull ca. 1890-93 oil on canvas Barnes Foundation, Philadelphia |
Paul Cézanne Un Coin de Table ca. 1895 oil on canvas Barnes Foundation, Philadelphia |
El Lissitzky Proun 3A ca. 1920 oil on canvas Los Angeles County Museum of Art |
El Lissitzky Six Stories with Easy Endings 1922 lithograph (cover of book by Ilya Ehrenburg) National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
El Lissitzky The Nameless Bird: Collected Verse 1922 lithograph (cover of book by Aleksandr Kusikov) National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
El Lissitzky Notes of a Poet: a Tale 1928 lithograph (cover of autobiography of Ilya Selvinsky but with the face of artist Hans Arp) National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
from New Year Letter
Great masters who have shown mankind
An order it has yet to find,
What if all pedants say of you
As personalities be true?
All the more honour to you then
If, weaker than some other men,
You had the courage that survives
Soiled, shabby, egotistic lives,
If poverty or ugliness,
Ill-health or social unsuccess
Hunted you out of life to play
At living in another way;
Yet the live quarry all the same
Were changed to huntsmen in the game,
And the wild furies of the past,
Tracked to their origins at last,
Trapped in a medium's artifice,
To charity, delight, increase.
Now large, magnificent, and calm,
Your changeless presences disarm
The sullen generations, still
The fright and fidget of the will,
And to the growing and the weak
Your final transformations speak,
Saying to dreaming "I am deed,"
To striving "Courage, I succeed,"
To mourning "I remain, Forgive,"
And to becoming "I am, Live."
– W.H. Auden (1940)