Saturday, July 20, 2024

Made in 1973

Lucas Samaras
Photo-Transformation
1973
dye diffusion print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Alice Neel
Stephen Brown
1973
oil on canvas
Denver Art Museum

Norman Laliberté
Mirror, Mirror
1973
screenprint
Musée National des Beaux-Arts du Québec

Jean Charlot
Bamboo Player
1973
screenprint
San Diego Museum of Art

Edmond Creed
Mink Stole
1973
mink pelts lined with silk
Agnes Etherington Art Centre, Kingston, Ontario

Michael Snow
Chords
1973
lithograph
Beaverbrook Art Gallery, Fredericton, New Brunswick

Alun Leach-Jones
Mersey Yellow
1973
screenprint
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Ludwig Sander
Untitled
1973
screenprint
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Dorothy Thornhill
Ari Reading
1973
drawing
Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney

Richard Hamilton
Picasso's Meninas
1973
etching, aquatint, engraving and drypoint
Queensland Art Gallery, Brisbane

Rennie Ellis
Boneless Mutton
1973
gelatin silver print
Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide

George A. Tice
Houses and Watertowers, New Jersey
1973
gelatin silver print
Dallas Museum of Art

William Bowyer
Garden Door
1973
oil on canvas
Art Gallery of Greater Victoria, British Columbia

Fred Freeman
Battle of Salamis
1973
watercolor on paper
(book illustration)
New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut

John Seery
East
1973
acrylic on canvas
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Robert Motherwell
Harvest with Two White Stripes
1973
lithograph, pochoir and collage
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

from New Year Letter

How hard it is to set aside
Terror, concupiscence and pride,
Learn who and where and how we are,
The children of a modest star,
Frail, backward, clinging to the granite
Skirts of a sensible old planet,
Our placid and suburban nurse
In Sitter's* swelling universe,
How hard to stretch imagination
To live according to our station.
For we are all insulted by
The mere suggestion that we die
Each moment and that each great I
Is but a process in a process
Within a field that never closes;
As proper people find it strange
That we are changed by what we change,
That no event can happen twice
And that no two existences
Can ever be alike; we'd rather
Be perfect copies of our father,
Prefer our idées fixes to be
True of a fixed Reality.
No wonder, then, we lose our nerve
And blubber when we should observe:
The patriots of an old idea,
No longer sovereign this year,
Get angry like Labellière,**
Who, finding no invectives hurled
Against a topsy-turvy world
Would right it, earned a quaint renown
By being buried upside down;
Unwilling to adjust belief,
Go mad in a fantastic grief
Where no adjustment need be done,
Like Sarah Whitehead, the Bank Nun,***
For, loving a live brother, she
Wed an impossibility,
Pacing Threadneedle Street in tears,
She watched one door for twenty years,
Expecting, what she dared not doubt,
Her hanged embezzler to walk out. 

– W.H. Auden (1940)

*cosmologist Willem de Sitter (1872-1934)
**eccentric Peter Labellière (1725-1800)
***ghost said to haunt the Bank of England