Thursday, July 4, 2024

Made in 1964

Lawrence Schiller
Walt Disney, Anaheim, California
1964
C-print
Orange County Museum of Art, Costa Mesa, California

Garry Winogrand
American Legion Convention, Dallas, Texas
1964
gelatin silver print
Loeb Art Center, Vassar College, Poughkeepsie, New York

Wolfgang Sievers
Double-Gob Glass-Forming Machine
1964
C-print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Ben Talbert
Ubu Roi at Coronet Theatre, Los Angeles
(a play by the famous Alfred Jarry)
1964
offset print (poster)
San Jose Museum of Art, California

Robert von Sternberg
Palisades Park, Santa Monica
1964
gelatin silver print, rendered later as inkjet print
Orange County Museum of Art, Costa Mesa, California

Barbara Kasten
Untitled
1964
cyanotype
Art Institute of Chicago

William Christenberry
31-cent Gasoline Sign near Greensboro, Alabama
1964
C-print
Art Institute of Chicago

Leonard Baskin
Bartleby
(opera by Walter Aschaffenburg)
1964
lithograph (poster)
Delaware Art Museum, Wilmington

Louise Nevelson
Tide Garden IV
1964
painted wood
Arkansas Museum of Fine Arts, Little Rock

Bea Maddock
Head Study (The Apprentice)
1964
oil on canvas
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Arthur Boyd
Ram and Bull Dancing
1964
pastel on paper
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Robert Rauschenberg
Story
1964
mixed media on panel
Art Gallery of Ontario, Toronto

Joseph Francis Plaskett
The Painter
1964
oil on canvas
Art Gallery of Greater Victoria, British Columbia

Pietro Sarto
Rimbaud
1964
lithograph
Cabinet d'Arts Graphiques
des Musées d'Art et d'Histoire, Genève

Clyde Seavey
The Bright Vermilion Door
1964
acrylic on canvas
Art Gallery of Greater Victoria, British Columbia

Ossip Zadkine
Lovers
1964
lithograph
Art Gallery of Greater Victoria, British Columbia

from In Memory of Sigmund Freud

Of course they called on God, but he went his way
down among the lost people like Dante, down
          to the stinking fosse where the injured
     lead the ugly life of the rejected,

and showed us what evil is, not, as we thought,
deeds that must be punished, but our lack of faith,
          our dishonest mood of denial,
     the concupiscence of the oppressor.

If some traces of the autocratic pose,
the paternal strictness he distrusted, still
          clung to his utterance and features,
it was a protective coloration

for one who'd lived among enemies so long:
if often he was wrong and, at times, absurd,
          to us he is no more a person
    now but a whole climate of opinion

under whom we conduct our different lives:
Like weather he can only hinder or help,
          the proud can still be proud but find it
     a little harder, the tyrant tries to

make do with him but doesn't care for him much:
he quietly surrounds all our habits of growth
          and extends, till the tired in even
     the remotest miserable duchy

have felt the change in their bones and are cheered,
till the child, unlucky in his little State,
          some hearth where freedom is excluded,
     a hive whose honey is fear and worry,

feels calmer now and somehow assured of escape,
while, as they lie in the grass of our neglect,
          so many long-forgotten objects
     revealed by his undiscouraged shining 

are returned to us and made precious again;
games we had thought we must drop as we grew up,
          little noises we dared not laugh at,
     faces we made when no one was looking.

– W.H. Auden (1939)