Hugh Ramsay Sketch of an Opera Scene in Paris ca. 1901-1902 watercolor on paper National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Hugh Ramsay Sketch of a Woman ca. 1901-1902 wash drawing National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Hugh Ramsay Lady in Blue 1902 oil on canvas Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Hugh Ramsay The Sisters 1904 (Ramsay died of TB in 1906 at age 29) oil on canvas Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Joseph Cornell Les Caprices de Gizelle 1947 assemblage of wood, printed paper, collage and found objects National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Joseph Cornell Untitled (for Stephanie) ca. 1945 assemblage of wood, glass and found objects National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Joseph Cornell Untitled ca. 1950 assemblage of wood, glass, printed paper and found objects National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Joseph Cornell Discarded Descartes ca. 1954-56 assemblage of wood, glass and found objects Menil Collection, Houston |
E.J. Bellocq Storyville Portrait, New Orleans ca. 1912 modern gelatin silver print from glass negative New Orleans Museum of Art |
E.J. Bellocq Storyville Portrait, New Orleans ca. 1912 modern gelatin silver print from glass negative San Jose Museum of Art, California |
E.J. Bellocq Storyville Portrait, New Orleans ca. 1912 modern gelatin silver print from glass negative National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
E.J. Bellocq Storyville Portrait, New Orleans ca. 1912 modern gelatin silver print from glass negative National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Margaret Preston Still Life 1926 oil on canvas Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Margaret Preston Red Bow 1925 hand-colored woodcut National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Margaret Preston Pink Jug 1925 hand-colored woodcut National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Margaret Preston Bowl of Native Flowers 1925 hand-colored woodcut National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
from For the Time Being
Alone, alone, about a dreadful wood
Of conscious evil runs a lost mankind,
Dreading to find its Father lest it find
Of conscious evil runs a lost mankind,
Dreading to find its Father lest it find
The Goodness it has dreaded is not good:
Alone, alone, about our dreadful wood.
Where is that Law for which we broke our own,
Where now that Justice for which Flesh resigned
Her hereditary right to passion, Mind
His will to absolute power? Gone. Gone.
Where is that Law for which we broke our own?
The Pilgrim Way has led to the Abyss.
Where is that Law for which we broke our own,
Where now that Justice for which Flesh resigned
Her hereditary right to passion, Mind
His will to absolute power? Gone. Gone.
Where is that Law for which we broke our own?
The Pilgrim Way has led to the Abyss.
Was it to meet such grinning evidence
We left our richly odoured ignorance?
Was the triumphant answer to be this?
The Pilgrim Way has led to the Abyss.
We who must die demand a miracle.
How could the Eternal do a temporal act,
The Infinite become a finite fact?
Nothing can save us that is possible:
We who must die demand a miracle.
We left our richly odoured ignorance?
Was the triumphant answer to be this?
The Pilgrim Way has led to the Abyss.
We who must die demand a miracle.
How could the Eternal do a temporal act,
The Infinite become a finite fact?
Nothing can save us that is possible:
We who must die demand a miracle.
– W.H. Auden (1941-42)