Henry Talbot Fashion Shot for Australian Wool Board Awards 1963 gelatin silver print (the composition echoes Last Year at Marienbad, released 1961) National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Rod Shaw 10th Sydney Film Festival 1963 screenprint (poster) National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Joyce Allen The Conspirators 1963 linocut National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Henryk Tomaszewski History of Simone Machard (Polish production of drama by Bertolt Brecht) 1963 lithograph (poster) National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Kevin Connor Haymarket Face 1963 oil on board Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Larry Clark Untitled 1963 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
William Scott Ochre and Orange-Red 1963 oil on canvas National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Lawrence Weiner Paris 1963 gouache, ink and graphite on torn manila envelope Phoenix Art Museum, Arizona |
White Stag Sports Blouse (Toros en Vallauris print by Pablo Picasso) 1963 silkscreen-printed cotton Royal Ontario Museum, Toronto |
Graham Sutherland Garden Abstraction ca. 1963 oil on canvas Los Angeles County Museum of Art |
James Martin About the Chair 1963 tempera on canvas Art Gallery of Greater Victoria, British Columbia |
Guy Grey-Smith Bottles and Persimmon 1963 oil on canvas, mounted on panel Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide |
Stephan von Huene Karooooo 1963 acrylic paint and textile collage on board Norton Simon Museum, Pasadena, California |
Bruno Bobak A Walk on Hampstead Heath 1963 oil on canvas Art Gallery of Greater Victoria, British Columbia |
Ruth Bernhard Two Forms 1963 gelatin silver print San Jose Museum of Art, California |
Anne Pare Untitled 1963 textile collage on panel Musée National des Beaux-Arts du Québec |
from In Memory of Sigmund Freud
When there are so many we shall have to mourn,
when grief has been made so public, and exposed
to the critique of a whole epoch
the frailty of our conscience and anguish,
of whom shall we speak? For every day they die
among us, those who were doing us some good,
who knew it was never enough but
hoped to improve a little by living.
Such was this doctor: still at eighty he wished
to think of our life from whose unruliness
so many plausible young futures
with threats or flattery ask obedience,
but his wish was denied him: he closed his eyes
upon that last picture, common to us all,
of problems like relatives gathered
puzzled and jealous about our dying.
For about him till the very end were still
those he had studied, the fauna of the night,
and shades that still waited to enter
the bright circle of his recognition
turned elsewhere with their disappointment as he
was taken away from his life interest
to go back to the earth in London,
an important Jew who died in exile.
– W.H. Auden (1939)