Ray Robinson Miss K 1986 oil pastel on paper Museum London, Ontario |
Jean-Paul Gaultier Ensemble (jacket, skirt, petticoat) 1986 silk National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Comme des Garçons Ensemble (tunic and skirt) 1986 rayon, cotton and nylon National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Yohji Yamamoto Ensemble (blouse and skirt) 1986 rayon and cotton National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Robert McFarlane Punk Women, William Street, Kings Cross 1986 gelatin silver print Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Robyn Beeche Bill Gibb Fashion Illustration 1986 C-print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Tracey Moffatt Some Lads 1986 gelatin silver print Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide |
Tracey Moffatt Some Lads 1986 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Rosalind Atkins Lavender 1986 wood-engraving Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Kenneth Josephson England 1986 gelatin silver print Art Institute of Chicago |
Graham Cantieni Thebes 1986 oil on canvas Musée National des Beaux-Arts du Québec |
Mats Nordstrom Spaces 1986 C-print Museum London, Ontario |
Gillian Ayres To Thy Wild Waves Play 1986 oil on canvas National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Chris O'Doherty Self Portrait with Lumpy Coat 1986 oil on copper Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Chris O'Doherty Line of Trees near Tathra 1986 acrylic on panel Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Nicholas Pitre Light Lunch 1986 oil on panel Musée National des Beaux-Arts du Québec |
Sonnets from China
XX
Who needs their names? Another genus built
Those dictatorial avenue and squares,
Gigantic terraces, imposing stairs,
Men of a sorry kennel, racked by guilt,
Who wanted to persist in stone for ever:
Unloved, they had to leave material traces,
But these desired no statues but our faces,
To dwell there incognito, glad we never
Can dwell on what they suffered, loved or were.
Earth grew them as a bay grows fishermen
Or hills a shepherd. While they breathed, the air
All breathe took on a virtue; in our blood,
If we allow them, they can breathe again:
Happy their wish and mild to flower and flood.
– W.H. Auden (1938)