John Newman Das Fingerspitzengefühl 1995 hand-colored cast polymer National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Beatrice Wood Gold Lustre Pilgrim Bottle 1995 glazed earthenware Racine Art Museum, Wisconsin |
Patsy Hely Teapot 1995 porcelain, wood, glass, brass National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Patsy Hely Six Small Cups with Wire Carrier 1995 porcelain, metal, wood National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
George Stoll Untitled 1995 wax Orange County Museum of Art, Costa Mesa, California |
Laurence Aberhart Bird Skins Room 1995 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Helen Fuller Swatch #3 1995 gouache, acrylic and fabric collage on paper National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Linda Stojak Untitled 1995 oil on paper Weatherspoon Art Museum, Greensboro, North Carolina |
Elizabeth Peyton Princess Kurt 1995 oil on linen Walker Art Center, Minneapolis |
William Kentridge Herbaceous Border (series, Colonial Landscapes) 1995 charcoal and colored chalk on paper National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne |
Paterson Ewen Green Apples 1995 watercolor on paper Museum London, Ontario |
Evergon (Albert Lunt) The Stag Amour 1995 gelatin silver print Musée National des Beaux-Arts du Québec |
James Garrett Faulkner Egg Sculpture Midday 1995 collage on paper Madison Museum of Contemporary Art, Wisconsin |
Art Chantry End of a Perfect Day 1995 screenprint (concert poster) Denver Art Museum |
Peter Blake Drake, Land Wars in Ireland, Essex 1995 graphite and crayon on paper Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Michel Lawrence Portrait of artist Jon Campbell 1995 C-print Heide Museum of Modern Art, Bulleen, Australia |
from A Voyage
I. Whither?
Where does this journey look which the watcher upon the quay,
Standing under his evil star, so bitterly envies,
Standing under his evil star, so bitterly envies,
As the mountains swim away with slow calm strokes
And the gulls abandon their vow? Does it promise a juster life?
Alone with his heart at last, does the fortunate traveller find
In the vague touch of a breeze, the fickle flash of a wave,
Proofs that somewhere exists, really, the Good Place,
Convincing as those that children find in stones and holes?
No, he discovers nothing: he does not want to arrive.
His journey is false, his unreal excitement really an illness
On a false island where the heart cannot act and will not suffer:
He condones his fever; he is weaker than he thought; his weakness is real.
But, at moments, as when real dolphins with leap and panache
Cajole for recognition or, far away, a real island
Gets up to catch his eye, his trance is broken: he remembers
Times and places where he was well; he believes in joy,
That, maybe, his fever shall find a cure, the true journey an end
Where hearts meet and are really true, and crossed this ocean, that parts
Hearts which alter but is the same always, that goes
Hearts which alter but is the same always, that goes
Everywhere, as truth and falsehood go, but cannot suffer.
– W.H. Auden (1938)