Guido Molinari Structure Rouge-Violet 1969 acrylic on canvas Musée National des Beaux-Arts du Québec |
Brett Whiteley The Pink Heron 1969 acrylic on panel Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Corita Kent Phil and Dan (two Catholic priests, the Berrigan brothers, burning military draft cards, prior to arrest) 1969 screenprint Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Thomas Pressly Piet's Pier 1969 acrylic on panel McNay Art Museum, San Antonio, Texas |
Peter Dean Circus Family 1969 oil on canvas Akron Art Museum, Ohio |
Arnold Crane Imogen Cunningham 1969 gelatin silver print Art Institute of Chicago |
Robert Walker Robert Helpmann onstage as Dr Copellius 1969 gelatin silver print Queensland Art Gallery, Brisbane |
Ed Douglas Julio 1969 gelatin silver print Norton Simon Museum, Pasadena, California |
Harold Allen Picasso Poster in Subway, Chicago 1969 gelatin silver print Art Institute of Chicago |
Anonymous Designer The Doors at Electric Circus, New York 1969 screenprint (poster) Art Gallery of Ontario, Toronto |
Patrick Caulfield Two Jugs 1969 screenprint National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Mike Brown Abstract I 1969 acrylic on board Heide Museum of Modern Art, Bulleen, Australia |
Ilya Bolotowsky Untitled 1969 screenprint Delaware Art Museum, Wilmington |
Sam Francis Untitled 1969 acrylic on canvas Los Angeles County Museum of Art |
Andrew Wyeth Braddock's Coat 1969 watercolor and oil paint on paper Tacoma Art Museum, Washington State |
William Manning Posters 1969 screenprint (poster for poster exhibition) Portland Museum of Art, Maine |
from New Year Letter
To set in order – that's the task
Both Eros and Apollo ask;
For Art and Life agree in this
That each intends a synthesis,
That order which must be the end
That all self-loving things intend
Who struggle for their liberty,
Who use, that is, their will to be.
Though order never can be willed
But is the state of the fulfilled,
For will but wills its opposite
And not the whole in which they fit,
The symmetry disorders reach
When both are equal each to each,
Yet in intention all are one,
Intending that their wills be done
Within a peace where all desires
Find each in each what each requires,
A true Gestalt where indiscrete
Perceptions and extensions meet.
Art in intention is mimesis
But, realised, the resemblance ceases;
Art is not life and cannot be
A midwife to society,
For art is a fait accompli.
What they should do, or how or when
Life-order comes to living men
It cannot say, for it presents
Already lived experience
Through a convention that creates
Autonomous completed states.
Though their particulars are those
That each particular artist knows,
Unique events that once took place
Within a unique time and space,
In the new field they occupy,
The unique serves to typify,
Becomes, though still particular,
An algebraic formula,
An abstract model of events
Derived from past experiments,
And each life must itself decide
To what and how it be applied.
– W.H. Auden (1940)