George Henry Seeley Girl in Flowered Hat ca. 1910 autochrome Clark Art Institute, Williamstown, Massachusetts |
George Henry Seeley The Burning of Rome 1907 photogravure Lowe Art Museum, University of Miami |
George Henry Seeley Eurydice 1903 photogravure National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
George Henry Seeley Orpheus 1903 photogravure National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Patricia Piccinini Eulogy 2011 silicone, fibreglass, clothing, human hair National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Patricia Piccinini Psychogeography 1995 C-print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Patricia Piccinini Sky Whale 2013 hot-air balloon (nylon, polyester, nomex, hyperlast, cable) National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Patricia Piccinini The Stags 2009 assemblage National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
E. McKnight Kauffer Soaring to Success! 1919 lithograph (poster advertising newspaper) National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
E. McKnight Kauffer With Best Wishes for 1936 1936 lithograph (greeting card) National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
E. McKnight Kauffer Journey of the Magi 1927 lithograph (illustration to poem by T.S. Eliot) National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
E. McKnight Kauffer A Song for Simeon 1928 lithograph (illustration to poem by T.S. Eliot) National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Irving Penn Elsa Schiaparelli, New York 1948 gelatin silver print Art Institute of Chicago |
Irving Penn Georgia O'Keeffe 1948 gelatin silver print Art Institute of Chicago |
Irving Penn Gypsy Rose Lee, New York 1948 gelatin silver print Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Irving Penn Wallis, Duchess of Windsor 1948 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
from Through the Looking Glass
Yours is the only name expressive there,
And family affection speaks in cypher.
Lay-out of hospital and street and square
That comfort to its homesick children offer,
As I, their author, stand between these dreams,
Unable to choose either for a home,
Your would-be lover who has never come
In a great bed at midnight to your arms.
Such dreams are amorous; they are indeed:
But no one but myself is loved in these,
While time flies on above the dreamer's head,
Flies on, flies on, and with your beauty flies,
And pride succeeds to each succeeding state,
Still able to buy up the life within,
License no liberty except his own,
Order the fireworks after the defeat.
Language of moderation cannot hide: –
My sea is empty and its waves are rough;
Gone from the map the shore where childhood played,
Tight-fisted as a peasant, eating love;
Lost in my wake the archipelago,
Islands of self through which I sailed all day
Planting a pirate's flag, a generous boy;
And lost my way to action and to you.
Lost if I steer. Tempest and tide may blow
Sailor and ship past the illusive reef,
And I yet land to celebrate with you
The birth of natural order and true love:
With you enjoy the untransifugred scene,
My father down the garden in his gaiters,
My mother at her bureau writing letters,
Free to our favours, all our titles gone.
– W.H. Auden (1933)