August Sander Equestrian Team ca. 1924 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
August Sander Mother with Three Children ca. 1916 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
August Sander Painter Anton Räderscheidt 1926 gelatin silver print Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
August Sander Painters Marta Hegemann and Anton Räderscheidt ca. 1924 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Stanley Spencer Man with a Hat 1930 drawing Manchester Art Gallery |
Stanley Spencer Interior at Cookham with Spring Flowers 1937 oil on canvas Queensland Art Gallery, Brisbane |
Stanley Spencer The Marriage at Cana: Servant in Kitchen announcing the Miracle 1953 oil on canvas Beaverbrook Art Gallery, Fredericton, New Brunswick |
Stanley Spencer Parents Resurrecting 1933 oil on canvas National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne |
David Salle Fast and Slow 1994 lithograph and woodcut National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
David Salle Hammer Head 2004 oil on linen Farnsworth Art Museum, Rockland, Maine |
David Salle High and Wide 1994 lithograph and woodcut National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
David Salle The Emperor 2000 oil and acrylic on canvas North Carolina Museum of Art, Raleigh |
Ethel Spowers Football 1936 color linocut National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Ethel Spowers Harvest 1932 color linocut National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Ethel Spowers Durham Cathedral ca. 1924 color woodblock print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Ethel Spowers Still Life 1929 wood-engraving Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Sonnets from China
VII
He was their servant (some say he was blind),
Who moved among their faces and their things:
Their feeling gathered in him like a wind
And sang. They cried, "It is a God that sings."
And honoured him, a person set apart,
Till he grew vain, mistook for personal song
The petty tremors of his mind or heart
At each domestic wrong.
Line came to him no more, he had to make them
(With what precision was each strophe planned):
Hugging his gloom as peasants hug their land,
He stalked like an assassin through the town,
And glared at men because he did not like them,
But trembled if one passed him with a frown.
– W.H. Auden (1938)