Charles Blackman The Loiterers 1984 screenprint National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Charles Blackman Avocado Garden 1977 color etching and aquatint National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Charles Blackman The Florist Shop 1951 enamel on board Heide Museum of Modern Art, Bulleen, Australia |
Charles Blackman The Anteroom 1963 oil and collage on canvas National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Peter Booth Drawing ca. 1985 pastel and charcoal on paper Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide |
Peter Booth Painting 1984 oil on canvas Heide Museum of Modern Art, Bulleen, Australia |
Peter Booth Painting 1978 oil on canvas National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Peter Booth Painting 1981 oil on canvas Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
John Brack Still Life with Self Portrait 1963 oil on canvas Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide |
John Brack Study for British Modern 1969 drawing Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide |
John Brack The Breakfast Table 1958 oil on canvas Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
John Brack The Telephone Box 1954 oil on canvas Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Mike Brown The Beautiful One is Here 1969-70 acrylic and collage on panel Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Mike Brown Tom 1965 mixed media on panel Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Mike Brown Untitled (Floral Composition) ca. 1970 acrylic on panel Heide Museum of Modern Art, Bulleen, Australia |
Mike Brown Untitled 1969-70 painted plaster Heide Museum of Modern Art, Bulleen, Australia |
Sonnets from China
XVII
Simple like all dream-wishes, they employ
The elementary rhythms of the heart,
Speak to our muscles of a need for joy:
The dying and the lover bound to part
Hear them and have to whistle. Ever new,
They mirror every change in our position,
They are our evidence of how we do,
The very echoes of our lost condition.
Think in this year what pleased the dancers best,
When Austria died, when China was forsaken,
Shanghai in flames and Teruel re-taken.
France put her case before the world: Partout
Il y a de la joie. America addressed
Mankind: Do you love me as I love you?
– W.H. Auden (1938)