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| Barbara Brash Butterflies I ca. 1971 screenprint National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
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| Barbara Brash Lighthouse 1959 screenprint Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
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| Barbara Brash Still Life ca. 1953 linocut National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
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| Barbara Brash Sunspot I 1991 digital print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
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| Donald Friend Boy 1972 drawing Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
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| Donald Friend Running Figures 1965 lithograph National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
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| Donald Friend Swimmers 1965 lithograph National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
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| Donald Friend Sunbathers II ca. 1970 watercolor and ink on paper Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
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| Owen Jones Grammar of Ornament - Greek 1856 chromolithograph National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
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| Owen Jones Grammar of Ornament - Indian 1856 chromolithograph National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
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| Owen Jones Grammar of Ornament - Italian 1856 chromolithograph National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
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| Owen Jones Grammar of Ornament - Renaissance 1856 chromolithograph National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
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| David Hockney Two Pembroke Studio Chairs 1984-85 lithograph National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
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| David Hockney White Porcelain 1985-86 lithograph, etching and aquatint National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
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| David Hockney Rue de Seine 1972 etching and aquatint Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
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| David Hockney Postcard of Richard Wagner with Glass of Water 1973 etching National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Few and Simple
Whenever you are thought, the mind
Amazes me with all the kind
Old such-and-such it says about you
As if I were the one that you
Attach unique importance to,
Amazes me with all the kind
Old such-and-such it says about you
As if I were the one that you
Attach unique importance to,
Not one who would but didn't get you.
Startling us both at certain hours,
The flesh that mind insists is ours,
Though I, for one, by now know better,
Gets ready for no-matter-what
As if it had forgotten that
What happens is another matter.
The flesh that mind insists is ours,
Though I, for one, by now know better,
Gets ready for no-matter-what
As if it had forgotten that
What happens is another matter.
Few as they are, these facts are all
The richest moment can recall,
However it may choose to group them,
And, simple as they look, enough
To make the most ingenious love
Think twice of trying to escape them.
The richest moment can recall,
However it may choose to group them,
And, simple as they look, enough
To make the most ingenious love
Think twice of trying to escape them.
– W.H. Auden (1944)