Wednesday, June 12, 2024

Made in 1937

Ailsa Lee Brown
Dressmakers
1937
woodcut
Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney

Paul Cadmus
Fidelma
1937
tempera and oil on panel
Delaware Art Museum, Wilmington

Hans Hasenpflug
Rhapsody in Satin
1937
gelatin silver print
Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney

James Edmund Allen
Standing Pipe
1937
lithograph
New Britain Museum of American Art,
Connecticut

Vanessa Bell
The School Room
1937
lithograph
Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide

Giorgio Cavallon
Untitled
1937
oil on canvas
Delaware Art Museum, Wilmington

Charles Joseph Biederman
Paris, March 7, 1937
1937
oil on canvas
Phoenix Art Museum, Arizona

Humphrey Spender
Thanksgiving for the Harvest
1937
oil on canvas
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Frank Hinder
P&O to London via Suez
1937
lithograph (poster)
Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney

Joan MirĂ³
Aidez l'Espagne
1937
pochoir (poster)
Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney

Georges Rouault
Courtesan
(illustration for Les Fleurs du Mal)
1937
etching and aquatint
Agnes Etherington Art Centre, Kingston, Ontario

Eugene Edward Speicher
Red Scarf
1937
oil on board
New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut

Plato Cornelius Ustinov
Portrait of Mrs Nation
1937
oil on canvas
Art Gallery of Greater Victoria, British, Columbia

Mme. Paulette
Hat
1937
organdy, nylon mesh, artificial violets
Royal Ontario Museum, Toronto

Harold Winfield Scott
Illustration for Top-Notch Detective Magazine
1937
oil on canvas
New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut

Walter Martin Baumhofer
Race Williams
(magazine illustration)
1937
oil on canvas
New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut

 from The Quest

Ashamed to be the darling of his grief,
He joined a gang of rowdy stories where
His gift for magic quickly made him chief
Of all these boyish powers of the air;

Who turned his hungers into Roman food,
The town's asymmetry into a park;
All hours took taxis, any solitude
Became his flattered duchess in the dark.

But, if he wished for anything less grand,
The nights came padding after him like wild
Beasts that meant harm, and all the doors cried Thief;

And when Truth met him and put out her hand,
He clung in panic to his tall belief
And shrank away like an ill-treated child. 

– W.H. Auden (1940)