William Featherston Gallery Series 1972 screenprint Art Gallery of Greater Victoria, British Columbia |
Lowell Nesbitt Rose Orchid 1972 oil on canvas McNay Art Museum, San Antonio, Texas |
David Samila Mural Sketch II 1972 screenprint Museum London, Ontario |
Graham Ovenden Birnam Wood 1972 screenprint San Diego Museum of Art |
Rolf Strindberg Untitled 1972 oil on board Moderna Museet, Stockholm |
Fernand Leduc SG3072 1972 acrylic on canvas Musée National des Beaux-Arts du Québec |
Rita Letendre Zoor 1972 acrylic on canvas Art Gallery of Greater Victoria, British Columbia |
Franklin Williams Sixteen Sweet Moments 1972 mixed media on canvas Los Angeles County Museum of Art |
Abraham Rattner In the Beginning: Moses and the Burning Bush 1972 lithograph NSU Art Museum, Fort Lauderdale, Florida |
Audrey Flack Jolie Madame 1972 oil on canvas National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Oskar Kokoschka Munich Olympic Games 1972 screenprint and letterpress (poster) National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Paul Caponigro Ring of Brogan, Orkney 1972 dye imbibition print Portland Museum of Art, Maine |
Paul Cox India 1972 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
John Menapace Untitled 1972 gelatin silver print North Carolina Museum of Art, Raleigh |
Gjon Mili George Balanchine speaking with Conductor 1972 gelatin silver print San Diego Museum of Art |
Roger Scott Ghost Train 1972 gelatin silver print Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide |
from New Year Letter
The situation of our time
Surrounds us like a baffling crime.
There lies the body half-undressed
We all had reason to detest,
And all are suspects and involved
Until the mystery is solved
And under lock and key the cause
That makes a nonsense of our laws.
O Who is trying to shield Whom?
Who left a hairpin in the room?
Who was the distant figure seen
Behaving oddly on the green?
Why did the watchdog never bark?
Why did the footsteps leave no mark?
Where were the servants at that hour?
How did a snake get in the tower?
Delayed in the democracies
By departmental vanities,
The rival sergeants run about
But more to squabble than find out,
Yet where the Force has been cut down
To one inspector dressed in brown,
He makes the murderer whom he pleases
And all investigation ceases.
Yet our equipment all the time
Extends the area of the crime
Until the guilt is everywhere,
And more and more we are aware,
However miserable may be
Our parish of immediacy,
How small it is, how, far beyond,
Ubiquitous within the bond
Of one impoverishing sky,
Vast spiritual disorders lie.
– W.H. Auden (1940)