Wednesday, August 28, 2024

Baldessin - Gibson - Gleeson - Benwell

George Baldessin
Window and Factory Smoke
1968
color aquatint and etching
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

George Baldessin
City Monuments
1966
color etching
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

George Baldessin
Assemblage of Past Images
1973
color aquatint and etching
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

George Baldessin
Personage, Window and Books
1973
color aquatint and etching
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Ralph Gibson
Head
1975
gelatin silver print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Ralph Gibson
Black Series (#5)
1997
gelatin silver print
Beaverbrook Art Gallery,
Fredericton, New Brunswick

Ralph Gibson
Black Series (#6)
1997
gelatin silver print
Beaverbrook Art Gallery,
Fredericton, New Brunswick

Ralph Gibson
Arm
ca. 1974
gelatin silver print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

James Gleeson
Laboratory for the Investigation
of Crucifixional Phenomena

1946
gouache on paper
(study for painting)
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

James Gleeson
The Five Senses Winged
1946
watercolor and gouache on paper
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

James Gleeson
The Message Arrives
1995
oil on canvas
Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide

James Gleeson
The Oracle
1948
oil on canvas
Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney

Stephen Benwell
Lidded Jar
1977
stoneware
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Stephen Benwell
Sculptural Piece
1979
glazed stoneware
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Stephen Benwell
Seven Miniatures
1990
porcelain
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Stephen Benwell
Paris Exhibition
1985
hand-colored letterpress poster
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

from Death's Echo

"O who can ever gaze his fill,"
     Farmer and fisherman say,
"On native shore and local hill,
Grudge aching-limb or callus on the hand?
Father, grandfather stood upon this land,
And here the pilgrims from our loins will stand."
     So farmer and fisherman say
     In their fortunate hey-day:
But Death's low answer drifts across
Empty catch or harvest loss
     Or an unlucky May.
The earth is an oyster with nothing inside it,
     Not to be born is the best for man;
The end of toil is a bailiff's order,
     Throw down the mattock and dance while you can.

                               *

"I see the guilty world forgiven,"
     Dreamer and drunkard sing,
"The ladder let down out of heaven,
The laurel springing from the martyr's blood,
The children skipping where the weeper stood,
The lovers natural and the beasts all good."
     So dreamer and drunkard sing
     Till day their sobriety bring:
Parrotwise with Death's reply
From whelping fear and nesting lie,
     Woods and their echoes ring.
The desires of the heart are as crooked as corkscrews,
     Not to be born is the best for man,
The second-best is a formal order,
     The dance's pattern, dance while you can.
Dance, dance, for the figure is easy,
     The tune is catching and will not stop;
Dance till the stars come down from the rafters;
     Dance, dance, dance till you drop.

– W.H. Auden (1936)