André Derain Portrait of Isabel ca. 1935 oil on canvas North Carolina Museum of Art, Raleigh |
André Derain L'Enfant ca. 1920 lithograph Lowe Art Museum, University of Miami |
André Derain Le Cavalier au Cheval Blanc ca. 1905 oil on canvas National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
André Derain Self Portrait in the Studio ca. 1903 oil on canvas National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Mourlot Imprimeurs (Paris) Francis Picabia - Guggenheim Museum 1970 lithograph and letterpress (poster) National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Mourlot Imprimeurs (Paris) Jacques Villon - Musée Toulouse-Lautrec 1955 lithograph and letterpress (poster) National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Mourlot Imprimeurs (Paris) Odilon Redon - Orangerie des Tuileries ca. 1965 lithograph and letterpress (poster) National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Mourlot Imprimeurs (Paris) Vlaminck - Galerie Paul Petrides 1975 lithograph and letterpress (poster) National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Roy De Maistre Objects in Mirror ca. 1930-35 drawing, with added watercolor National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Roy De Maistre Interior ca. 1930-35 drawing National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Roy De Maistre Botanical Gardens, Sydney ca. 1925-30 drawing National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Roy De Maistre Woman in Armchair ca. 1925 drawing National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Cressida Campbell Francis Street, East Sydney 2000 hand-colored woodcut National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Cressida Campbell Music in the Kitchen 1994 screenprint National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Cressida Campbell Seeds 1995 screenprint National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Cressida Campbell Bedroom Nocturne 2022 hand-colored woodcut National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Sonnets from China
III
Only a smell had feelings to make known,
Only an eye could point in a direction,
The fountain's utterance was itself alone:
He, though, by naming thought to make connection
Between himself as hunter and his food;
He felt the interest in his throat and found
That he could send a servant to chop wood
Or kiss a girl to rapture with a sound.
They bred like locusts till they hid the green
And edges of the world: confused and abject,
A creature to his own creation subject,
He shook with hate for things he'd never seen,
Pined for a love abstracted from its object,
And was oppressed as he had never been.
– W.H. Auden (1938)