Friday, May 31, 2024

Made in 1928

August Sander
Traveling Carpenters
1928
gelatin silver print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Lotte Stam-Beese
Group Portrait, Weaving Workshop, Bauhaus, Dessau
1928
gelatin silver print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Albert Renger-Patzsch
Frost on Moorland
1928
gelatin silver print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Karl Blossfeldt
Papaver orientale
1928
gelatin silver print
Fralin Museum of Art, Charlottesville, Virginia

Maurice Denis
L'Ormière à Bessan
1928
oil on canvas
Denver Art Museum

Emilio Varela Isabel
Cubist Still Life with Typewriter
1928
oil on canvas
Museo de Bellas Artes Gravina en Alicante

Herschel C. Logan
Back Porch
1928
woodcut
Wichita Art Museum, Kansas

Herschel C. Logan
Creek in Winter
1928
color woodblock print
Wichita Art Museum, Kansas

William Nicholson
Moss and Feather by W.H. Davies
1928
lithograph
(cover of poetry pamphlet)
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Leo John Meissner
Barber Shop
1928
linocut
Wichita Art Museum, Kansas

Charles Ricketts
Troy by Humbert Wolfe
1928
linocut and letterpress
(cover of poetry pamphlet)
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Walter Sickert
Portrait of Degas
1928 
oil on canvas
(based on a photograph taken in 1883)
Château Musée de Dieppe

Le Corbusier (Charles-Édouard Jeanneret)
Zwei Akte
1928
drawing, with added watercolor
Agnes Etherington Art Centre, Kingston, Ontario

Otto Hettner
Self Portrait
1928
oil on canvas
Galerie Neue Meister (Albertinum), Dresden

Wanda Gag
Exhibition Flyer
1928
wood-engraving and letterpress
National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa

Jessie Willcox Smith
School, Again!
1928
watercolor on paper
(cover design for Good Housekeeping magazine)
Delaware Art Museum, Wilmington

Mundus et Infans

Kicking his mother until she let go of his soul
Has given him a healthy appetite: clearly, her rôle
     In the New Order must be
To supply and deliver his raw materials free;
     Should there be any shortage,
She will be held responsible; she also promises
To show him all such attentions as befit his age.
     Having dictated peace,

With one fist clenched behind his head, heel drawn up to thigh,
The cocky little ogre dozes off, ready,
     Though, to take on the rest
Of the world at the drop of a hat or the mildest
     Nudge of the impossible,
Resolved, cost what it may, to seize supreme power and 
Sworn to resist tyranny to the death with all
     Forces at his command.

A pantheist not a solipsist, he co-operates
With a universe of large and noisy feeling-states
     Without troubling to place
Them anywhere special, for, to his eyes, Funnyface
     Or Elephant as yet
Mean nothing. His distinction between Me and Us
Is a matter of taste; his seasons are Dry and Wet;
     He thinks as his mouth does.

Still, his loud iniquity is still what only the
Greatest of saints become – someone who does not lie:
     He because he cannot
Stop the vivid present to think, they by having got
     Past reflection into
A passionate obedience in time. We have our Boy-
Meets-Girl era of mirrors and muddle to work through,
     Without rest, without joy.

Therefore we love him because his judgements are so
Frankly subjective that his abuse carries no
     Personal sting. We should
Never dare offer our helplessness as a good
     Bargain, without at least
Promising to overcome a misfortune we blame
History or Banks or the Weather for: but this beast
     Dares to exist without shame. 

Let him praise our Creator with the top of his voice,
Then, and the motions of his bowels; let us rejoice
     That he lets us hope, for
He may never become a fashionable or
     Important personage;
However bad he may be, he has not yet gone mad;
Whoever we are now, we were no worse at his age;
     So of course we ought to be glad 

When he bawls the house down. Has he not a perfect right
To remind us at every moment how we quite
     Rightly expect each other
To go upstairs or for a walk, if we must cry over
     Spilt milk, such as our wish
That, since apparently we shall never be above
Either or both, we had never learned to distinguish
     Between hunger and love?

– W.H. Auden (1942)