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| Tina Modotti Portrait of writer Ione Robinson 1929 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
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| Tina Modotti Hands of a Washerwoman ca. 1928 gelatin silver print Art Gallery of Ontario, Toronto |
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| Tina Modotti El Machete 1926 gelatin silver print Art Gallery of Ontario, Toronto |
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| Tina Modotti Sombrero with Hammer and Sickle 1927 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
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| Hans Thoma Adam and Eve 1886 oil on paper, mounted on panel Alte Nationalgalerie, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin |
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| Hans Thoma Portrait of sculptor Erwin Kurz 1887 oil on board Lenbachhaus, Munich |
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| Hans Thoma Self Portrait 1871 oil on canvas Hamburger Kunsthalle |
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| Hans Thoma Wondrous Birds 1892 oil on board North Carolina Museum of Art, Raleigh |
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| Micky Allan Violet Night 2004 oil on canvas National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
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| Micky Allan The Prime of Life no. 1 1979-80 hand-colored gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
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| Micky Allan The Prime of Life no. 6 1979-80 hand-colored gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
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| Micky Allan Skinheads 1974 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
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| Margaret Michaelis Demolition Worker, Spain ca. 1933-37 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
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| Margaret Michaelis Restoring Stone Architecture, Barcelona ca. 1933-37 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
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| Margaret Michaelis Shona Dunlop as Cain in ballet Cain and Abel 1941 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
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| Margaret Michaelis Spanish Portrait ca. 1933-37 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
from The Quest
His library annoyed him with its look
Of calm belief in being really there;
He threw away a rival's boring book,
And clattered panting up the spiral stair.
Swaying upon the parapet he cried:
"O Uncreated Nothing, set me free,
Now let Thy perfect be identified,
Unending passion of the Night, with Thee."
Now let Thy perfect be identified,
Unending passion of the Night, with Thee."
And his long-suffering flesh, that all the time
Had felt the simple cravings of the stone
And hoped to be rewarded for her climb,
Had felt the simple cravings of the stone
And hoped to be rewarded for her climb,
Took it to be a promise when he spoke
That now at last she would be left alone,
That now at last she would be left alone,
And plunged into the college quad, and broke.
– W.H. Auden (1940)