Sunday, April 28, 2024

Dupain - Bouguereau - Mellan - Borsche

Max Dupain
The Magnolia
1983
gelatin silver print
Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney

Max Dupain
Monstera deliciosa
1970
gelatin silver print
Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney

Max Dupain
Concrete Support Beams, Sydney Opera House
1962
gelatin silver print
Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney

Max Dupain
Untitled (Discus Thrower)
1938
solarised gelatin silver print
Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney

William-Adolphe Bouguereau
Figure of Satyr for painting, Nymphs and Satyr
ca. 1873
oil on canvas
Clark Art Institute, Williamstown, Massachusetts

William-Adolphe Bouguereau
L'Aurore
1881
oil on canvas
Birmingham Museum of Art, Alabama

William-Adolphe Bouguereau
Monsieur M.
1850
oil on canvas
Norton Simon Museum, Pasadena, California

William-Adolphe Bouguereau
Young Girl in Profile
1881
oil on canvas
North Carolina Museum of Art, Raleigh

Claude Mellan
Portrait of Henriette-Marie de Buade-Frontenac
1641
drawing
Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna

Claude Mellan
Portrait of a Man
ca. 1640
drawing (print study)
Städel Museum, Frankfurt

Claude Mellan
Lot and his Daughters
1629
engraving
Herzog August Bibliothek, Wolfenbüttel

Claude Mellan
Herodias with the Head of John the Baptist
ca. 1640
oil on canvas
Musée Fabre, Montpellier

Mirko Borsche
Written on Skin
2012-13
offset print
(poster for Bayerische Staatsoper)
Art Institute of Chicago

Mirko Borsche
Lucia di Lammermoor
2015
offset print
(poster for Bayerische Staatsoper)
Art Institute of Chicago

Mirko Borsche
Die Frau ohne Schatten
2013
offset print
(poster for Bayerische Staatsoper)
Art Institute of Chicago

Mirko Borsche
Simon Boccanegra
2012-13
offset print
(poster for Bayerische Staatsoper)
Art Institute of Chicago

from The Sea and the Mirror

[Prospero to Ariel]: 

Now our partnership is dissolved. I feel so peculiar
     As if I had been on a drunk since I was born
And suddenly now, and for the first time, am cold sober,
     With all my unanswered wishes and unwashed days
Stacked up all around my life; as if through the ages I had dreamed
     About some tremendous journey I was taking,
Sketching imaginary landscapes, chasms and cities,
     Cold walls, hot spaces, wild mouths, defeated backs,
Jotting down the fictional notes on secrets overheard
     In theatres and privies, banks and mountain inns,
And now, in my old age, I wake, and this journey really exists.
     And I have actually to take it, inch by inch,
Alone and on foot, without a cent in my pocket,
     Through a universe where time is not foreshortened,
No animals talk, and there is neither floating nor flying.

– W.H. Auden (1942-44)