Wednesday, July 10, 2024

Made in 1967

Anonymous Artist
Big Brother and the Holding Company
at The Ark, Sausalito

1967
lithograph (poster)
Royal Ontario Museum, Toronto

Iain Baxter
Bagged DayGlo Oranges
1967
screenprint
Art Gallery of Greater Victoria, British Columbia

Byron Burford
Mildred with Patriotic Tattooing
1967
screenprint
Phoenix Art Museum, Arizona

Paul Caponigro
Stonehenge Overview
1967
gelatin silver print
Farnsworth Art Museum, Rockland, Maine

Corneille (Guillaume Cornelis van Beverloo)
Nature et Cinéma
1967
gouache on paper
NSU Art Museum, Fort Lauderdale, Florida

Daniel Farber
Red Maple Leaf
1967
dye imbibition print
Art Institute of Chicago

Nita Forrest
Cycle
1967
oil on canvas
Art Gallery of Greater Victoria, British Columbia

Kathleen Haven
Jackson Pollock, MOMA, New York
1967
offset print (exhibition poster)
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

John Hoyland
8.7.67
1967
acrylic on canvas
Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide

Kaleidoscope Graphics (Los Angeles)
Grateful Dead, Jefferson Airplane, Canned Heat
1967
screenprint (poster)
Art Gallery of Ontario, Toronto

René Magritte
Mona Lisa (La Joconde)
1967
bronze
Menil Collection, Houston

David Blair Mayrs
Mr & Mrs Teddington & Her Lover
1967
acrylic on canvas
Art Gallery of Greater Victoria, British Columbia

Lore Neissner
Untitled
1967
screenprint
Art Gallery of Greater Victoria, British Columbia

Anton Rooskens
Summer
1967
oil on canvas
NSU Art Museum, Fort Lauderdale, Florida

Norman Takeuchi
Screen no. 1
1967
acrylic on linen
Ottawa Art Gallery, Ontario

Yves Saint Laurent
Ensemble
1967
embroidered silk organdy and silk crepe
Phoenix Art Museum, Arizona

Like a Vocation

Not as that dream Napoleon, rumour's dread and centre,
Before whose riding all the crowds divide,
Who dedicates a column and withdraws,
Nor as that general favourite and breezy visitor 
To whom the weather and the ruins mean so much,
Nor as any of those who always will be welcome,
As luck or history or fun,
Do not enter like that: all these depart.

Claim, certainly, the stranger's right to pleasure:
Ambassadors will surely entertain you
With knowledge of operas and men,
Bankers will ask for your opinion
And the heiress' cheek lean ever so slightly towards you,
The mountains and the shopkeepers accept you
And all your walks be free.

But politeness and freedom are never enough,
Not for a life. They lead
Up to a bed that only looks like marriage; 
Even the disciplined and distant admiration
For thousands who obviously want nothing
Becomes just a dowdy illness. These have their moderate success;
They exist in the vanishing hour.

But somewhere always, nowhere particularly unusual,
Almost anywhere in the landscape of water and houses,
His crying competing unsuccessfully with the cry
Of the traffic or the birds, is always standing
The one who needs you, that terrified
Imaginative child who only knows you
As what the uncles call a lie,
But knows he has to be the future and that only
The meek inherit the earth, and is neither
Charming, successful, nor a crowd;
Alone among the noise and policies of summer,
His weeping climbs towards your life like a vocation. 

– W.H. Auden (1939)