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| Thea Proctor The Rose ca. 1928 hand-colored woodcut Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide |
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| Thea Proctor Women with Fans 1930 woodcut Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
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| Thea Proctor Summer 1930 hand-colored woodcut Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
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| Thea Proctor The Game 1926 hand-colored woodcut Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
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| Gustave Caillebotte Iris Bleus: Jardin au Petit Gennevilliers ca. 1892 oil on canvas Art Gallery of Ontario, Toronto |
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| Gustave Caillebotte Dahlias: Jardin au Petit Gennevilliers 1893 oil on canvas National Gallery of Art, Washington DC |
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| Gustave Caillebotte Canoe on the Yerres 1878 oil on canvas Norton Simon Museum, Pasadena, California |
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| Gustave Caillebotte Voiliers au mouillage sur la Seine à Argenteuil 1883 oil on canvas Denver Art Museum |
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| Mariano Fortuny Dress ca. 1907 pleated silk National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
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| Mariano Fortuny Dress ca. 1915 pleated silk National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne |
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| Mariano Fortuny Dress ca. 1930 silk velvet (stenciled in panels) Phoenix Art Museum, Arizona |
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| Mariano Fortuny Jacket and Dress 1934 stenciled silk velvet and pleated silk Phoenix Art Museum, Arizona |
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| Duane Michals Upside Down, Inside Out, and Backwards 1989 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
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| Duane Michals One Evening Quite So Long Ago 1989 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
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| Duane Michals Miss Kitty Thought She Was Pretty 1989 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
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| Duane Michals Self Portrait as the Devil on the occasion of my Fortieth Birthday 1972 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
from The Sea and the Mirror
Sebastian:
My rioters all disappear, my dream
Where Prudence flirted with a naked sword,
Where Prudence flirted with a naked sword,
Securely vicious, crumbles; it is day;
Nothing has happened; we are all alive:
I am Sebastian, wicked still, my proof
Of mercy that I wake without a crown.
What sadness signalled to our children's day
Where each believed all wishes wear a crown
And anything pretended is alive,
That one by one we plunged into that dream
Of solitude and silence where no sword
Will ever play once it is called a proof?
Where each believed all wishes wear a crown
And anything pretended is alive,
That one by one we plunged into that dream
Of solitude and silence where no sword
Will ever play once it is called a proof?
The arrant jewel singing in his crown
Persuaded me my brother was a dream
I should not love because I had no proof,
Persuaded me my brother was a dream
I should not love because I had no proof,
Yet all my honesty assumed a sword;
To think his death I thought myself alive
And stalked infected through the blooming day.
And stalked infected through the blooming day.
The lie of Nothing is to promise proof
To any shadow that there is no day
Which cannot be extinguished with some sword,
To any shadow that there is no day
Which cannot be extinguished with some sword,
To want and weakness that the ancient crown
Envies the childish head, murder a dream
Envies the childish head, murder a dream
Wrong only while its victim is alive.
O blessed be bleak Exposure on whose sword,
Caught unawares, we prick ourselves alive!
Shake Failure's bruising fist! Who else would crown
Abominable error with a proof?
I smile because I tremble, glad to-day
To be ashamed, not anxious, not a dream.
Children are playing, brothers are alive,
And not a heart or stomach asks for proof
That all this dearness is no lovers' dream;
Just Now is what it might be every day,
Right Here is absolute and needs no crown,
Ermine or trumpets, protocol or sword.
That all this dearness is no lovers' dream;
Just Now is what it might be every day,
Right Here is absolute and needs no crown,
Ermine or trumpets, protocol or sword.
In dream all sins are easy, but by day
It is defeat gives proof we are alive;
The sword we suffer is the guarded crown.
It is defeat gives proof we are alive;
The sword we suffer is the guarded crown.
– W.H. Auden (1942-44)