Conrad Gleber Cloud Nine ca. 1978 offset lithograph Art Institute of Chicago |
Glasfabrik Johann Lötz Witwe Jug ca. 1920 glass National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Antonio Gómez y Cros Portrait of a Girl 1837 oil on canvas Museo de Bellas Artes de Valencia |
Manuel Gómez Moreno y González Departure of the Family of Boabdil from the Alhambra 1880 oil on canvas Museo de Bellas Artes de Granada |
Giacomo Ginotti Lucretia before 1897 marble Queensland Art Gallery, Brisbane |
Reynier van der Gherwen Portrait of a Young Man ca. 1645 oil on panel Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna |
Thomas Eakins Maybelle 1898 oil on canvas Frye Art Museum, Seattle |
Gladys Gibbons Lilies ca. 1930 hand-colored linocut National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Girolamo del Pacchia Virgin and Child with Angels ca. 1510 oil on panel Alte Pinakothek, Munich |
Karl Girardet Haymaking ca. 1850 oil on canvas Musée des Beaux-Arts de Reims |
Jean-Antoine-Théodore Giroust The Harp Lesson 1791 oil on canvas Dallas Museum of Art |
Giovanni d'Alemagna St Apollonia destroying a Pagan Idol ca. 1442-45 tempera on panel National Gallery of Art, Washington DC |
Aaron Gilbert The Fourth Way 2023 gouache, watercolor and crayon on paper Portland Museum of Art, Maine |
Anonymous Egyptian Artist Chess Piece - Knight 10th-11th century AD ivory Art Gallery of Ontario, Toronto |
Saturnino de' Gatti Translation of the Holy House to Loreto ca. 1490 tempera on panel Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York |
Willem Hendrik Gispen Child's Chair ca. 1950-60 iron and wood Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen, Rotterdam |
from The Witnesses
You are the town and We are the clock
We are the guardians of the gate in the rock,
The Two.
On your left and on your right,
In the day and in the night,
We are watching you.
Wiser not to ask just what has occurred
to them who disobeyed our word;
To those
We were the whirlpool, we were the reef,
We were the formal nightmare, grief
And the unlucky rose.
Climb up the crane, learn the sailors' words
When the ships from the islands laden with birds
Come in;
Tell your stories of fishing and other men's wives,
The expansive dreams of constricted lives,
In the lighted inn.
But do not imagine We do not know,
Or that what you hide with such care won't show
At a glance:
At a glance:
Nothing is done, nothing is said,
But don't make the mistake of believing us dead;
I shouldn't dance.
– W.H. Auden (ca. 1932)