Gerard Malanga Candy Darling 1971 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Gerard Malanga Holly Woodlawn 1971 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Gerard Malanga Cecil Beaton ca. 1971 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Gerard Malanga Larry Rivers ca. 1971 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Gregor Cullen Regional High Schools Art Exhibition 1985 screenprint (poster) National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Gregor Cullen Reject the System 1982 offset print (poster for Communist Party of Australia) National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Gregor Cullen The Seymour Group 1983 screenprint (poster for music ensemble) National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Gregor Cullen The Tempest 1992 screenprint (poster) National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Greg Irvine Still Life, 1925 1987 screenprint National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Greg Irvine Sunday, St Kilda 1986 screenprint National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Greg Irvine La Lavande 1988 screenprint National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Greg Irvine Red Wall 1989 screenprint National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
William Dobell Model on Divan ca. 1935 drawing Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
William Dobell Study for Thelma Clune's Hand ca. 1955 drawing Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
William Dobell Self Portrait 1932 oil on panel Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
William Dobell Pilchards 1953 oil on board Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Song
At last the secret is out, as it always must come in the end,
The delicious story is ripe to tell to the intimate friend;
Over the tea-cups and in the square the tongue has its desire;
Still waters run deep, my dear, there's never smoke without fire.
Behind the corpses in the reservoir, behind the ghost on the links,
Behind the lady who dances and the man who madly drinks,
Under the look of fatigue, the attack of migraine and the sigh
There is always another story, there is more than meets the eye.
For the clear voice suddenly singing, high up in the convent wall,
The scent of the elder bushes, the sporting prints in the hall,
The croquet matches in summer, the handshake, the cough, the kiss,
There is always a wicked secret, a private reason for this.
– W.H. Auden (1936)