Sharp - Shahbazi - Atkins - Sarony

Martin Sharp
Tiny Tim, Eternal Troubadour
Sydney Opera House
1982
screenprint
(concert poster)
Queensland Art Gallery, Brisbane

Martin Sharp
Sunshine Superman (Donovan)
1967
screenprint
(album poster)
Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney

Martin Sharp
Signal Driver by Patrick White
1979
screenprint
(theater poster)
Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney

Martin Sharp
Self Portrait with Wandering Eye
1969
screenprint
Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney

Shirana Shahbazi
Still Life
2009
C-print
Queensland Art Gallery, Brisbane

Shirana Shahbazi
Still Life
2008
C-print
Queensland Art Gallery, Brisbane

Shirana Shahbazi
Mineral
2007
C-print
Queensland Art Gallery, Brisbane

Shirana Shahbazi
Bird
2009
C-print
Queensland Art Gallery, Brisbane

Anna Atkins
Polypodium effusum
1853
cyanotype
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Anna Atkins
Uvularia perfoliata
1853
cyanotype
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Anna Atkins
Heracleum lanatum
1853
cyanotype
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Anna Atkins
Ceterach officinarum
1853
cyanotype
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Napoleon Sarony
Sarah Bernhardt in New York
ca. 1880
albumen print (cabinet card)
Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney

Napoleon Sarony
Sarah Bernhardt in New York
ca. 1880
albumen print (cabinet card)
Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney

Napoleon Sarony
Mrs Ann Eliza Young
ca. 1880
albumen print (carte de visite)
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Napoleon Sarony
Alla Nazimova
(silent film star)
1908
gelatin silver print (carte de visite)
Loeb Art Center, Vassar College,
Poughkeepsie, New York

from In Memory of Sigmund Freud

But he wishes us more than this. To be free
is often to be lonely. He would unite
          the unequal moieties fractured
     by our own well-meaning sense of justice,

would restore to the larger the wit and will
the smaller possesses but can only use
          for arid disputes, would give back to
     the son the mother's richness of feeling:

but he would have us remember, most of all
to be enthusiastic over the night,
          not only for the sense of wonder
     it alone has to offer, but also

because it needs our love. With large sad eyes
the delectable creatures look up and beg
          us dumbly to ask them to follow:
     they are exiles who long for the future

that lies in our power, they too would rejoice
if allowed to serve enlightenment like him,
          even to hear our cry of "Judas",
     as he did and all must bear who serve it.

One rational voice is dumb. Over his grave
the household of Impulse mourns one dearly loved:
          sad is Eros, builder of cities,
     and weeping anarchic Aphrodite.

– W.H. Auden (1939)