William Kent Glorification of Inigo Jones 1719-20 oil on canvas Royal Academy of Arts, London |
William Kent Banquet of the Gods 1719-20 oil on canvas Royal Academy of Arts, London |
Philip Reinagle Conch Shell ca. 1790 watercolor Royal Academy of Arts, London |
Francis Danby The Crucifixion ca. 1835 watercolor and gouache Royal Academy of Arts, London |
Richard Redgrave Study for The Awakened Conscience ca. 1849 watercolor Royal Academy of Arts, London |
Penry Williams By the Well 1865 oil on canvas Royal Academy of Arts, London |
George Frederic Watts Death of Cain ca. 1872-75 oil on canvas Royal Academy of Arts, London |
Hugh Thomson (designer) George Eliot's Scenes of Clerical Life 1906 publisher's binding Royal Academy of Arts, London |
Henry Thomson Mauritania 1816 oil on canvas Royal Academy of Arts, London |
Christopher Sanders Sunlight through a Willow Tree at Kew ca. 1958 oil on canvas Royal Academy of Arts, London |
Margaret Fisher Prout Midsummer ca. 1960 oil on canvas Royal Academy of Arts, London |
Carel Weight The Departing Angel 1961 oil on canvas Royal Academy of Arts, London |
Denis Lucas Figures Walking ca. 1967 oil on board Royal Academy of Arts, London |
Sonia Lawson Sleeping Angel 1976 drawing (mixed media on paper) Royal Academy of Arts, London |
Ben Pritchard Medieval Future 2008 oil on canvas Royal Academy of Arts, London |
Mimmo Paladino Untitled 2014-2016 mixed media and oil paint on wood Royal Academy of Arts, London |
Future Shock
No sojourn in one place
Long enough to hear
A symphony; or grace
The embattled ear
With more than a metallic
Unmetrical lyric.
The technology cult
Makes a heresy of art.
Objects, as a result,
Already depart,
Outmoded as the halo
Or sacred hollow.
New ages have begun.
Mirrors in orbit soon,
Facsimiles of the sun
Will outshine the superfluous moon,
Though ideas of dark remain
Imprinted on the brain.
Genetic engineers
Are ready to replicate
Themselves throughout the years,
Until they germinate
In a pseudo-mortal pod
A pseudo-god.
Before the eighties close
Monsters may lie awash
As frightening as those
By Hieronymous Bosch;
Man dwell in the sea again,
Reluctant amphibian.
Age, observers say,
Is unable to adapt
And must be kept away
From routes not mapped.
I obstinately refuse
To live as a recluse,
Or in a ghetto for
The non-activist
Geriatric poor,
Those history missed.
I am willing to relocate,
If it's not too late.
If only to act as a brake:
Toys disobey the child.
Change for change's sake
Turns objects wild.
Obsolescence as an aim
Leaves all change the same.
– H.B. Mallalieu (1972)