Danila Vassilieff Peter and the Wolf (the Wolf defeated) 1949 watercolor and gouache on paper National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Danila Vassilieff Martian Landscape: Procession 1949 gouache on paper National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Danila Vassilieff Landscape with Figures 1950 gouache on paper National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Danila Vassilieff Figures for Sculpture 2 ca. 1951 watercolor and gouache on paper National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Albert Tucker Portrait of artist Danila Vassilieff 1985 oil on canvas Heide Museum of Modern Art, Bulleen, Australia |
Albert Tucker Portrait of artist Joy Hester (Fitzroy Gardens) 1984 oil on board Heide Museum of Modern Art, Bulleen, Australia |
Albert Tucker Self Portrait 1941 oil on board National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Albert Tucker Self Portrait 1990 watercolor and ink on paper Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Ilse Bing Italians playing Cards, The Village, New York 1936 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Ilse Bing Frankfurt 1929 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Ilse Bing Fountain, Paris 1933 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Ilse Bing My Double Reflection in Paris Window 1947 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Loudon Sainthill Stage Design for Belle: Old Bedford Theatre Scene 1961 watercolor and gouache on paper National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Loudon Sainthill Royal Album (design for title-page coat-of-arms) 1951 gouache on paper National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Loudon Sainthill Royal Album (design of heraldic emblems for half title-page) 1951 gouache on paper National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Loudon Sainthill Royal Album (design for back of dust jacket) 1951 gouache on paper National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Sonnets from China
XXI
(to E.M. Forster)
Though Italy and King's are far away,
And Truth a subject only bombs discuss,
Our ears unfriendly, still you speak to us,
Insisting that the inner life can pay.
As we dash down the slope of hate with gladness,
You trip us up like an unnoticed stone,
And just when we are closeted with madness,
You interrupt us like the telephone.
Yes, we are Lucy, Turton, Philip: we
Wish international evil, are delighted
To join the jolly ranks of the benighted
Where reason is denied and love ignored,
But, as we swear our lie, Miss Avery
Comes out into the garden with a sword.
– W.H. Auden (1938)