Tuesday, August 20, 2024

Eggleston - Gibbons - Signac - Stacey

William Eggleston
Azaleas
ca. 1978
C-print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

William Eggleston
Field of Daisies and Common Lupins
ca. 1978
C-print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

William Eggleston
Irises
ca. 1978
C-print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

William Eggleston
Rose Bush
ca. 1978
C-print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Tom Gibbons
For William Blake 1
2010
digital print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Tom Gibbons
For William Blake 2
2010
digital print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Tom Gibbons
For William Blake 3
2010
digital print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Tom Gibbons
Still Life: Dorothy Lamour
1983
hand-colored photocopy of collage
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Paul Signac
La Salle à manger, Opus 152
1886-87
oil on canvas
Kröller-Müller Museum, Otterlo, Netherlands

Paul Signac
Le Dimanche Parisien
1888
lithograph
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Paul Signac
Railway Junction at Bois-Colombes
1885-86
oil on canvas
Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam

Paul Signac
Still Life
ca. 1926
watercolor on paper
Arkansas Museum of Fine Arts, Little Rock

Robyn Stacey
Devil
1984
gelatin silver print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Robyn Stacey
Gorilla Skull
2005
C-print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Robyn Stacey
The Brendels
2005
C-print
Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney

Robyn Stacey
Walnuts
2009
C-print
Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney

The Capital

Quarter of pleasures where the rich are always waiting, 
Waiting expensively for miracles to happen,
Dim-lighted restaurant where lovers eat each other,
Café where exiles have established a malicious village:

You with your charm and your apparatus have abolished
The strictness of winter and the spring's compulsion;
Far from your lights the outraged punitive father,
The dullness of mere obedience here is apparent. 

So with orchestra and glances, soon you betray us
To belief in our infinite powers; and the innocent
Unobservant offender falls in a moment
Victim to his heart's invisible furies.

In unlighted streets you hide away the appalling;
Factories where lives are made for a temporary use
Like collars or chairs, rooms where the lonely are battered
Slowly like pebbles into fortuitous shapes. 

But the sky you illumine, your glow is visible far
Into the dark countryside, enormous and frozen,
Where, hinting at the forbidden like a wicked uncle,
Night after night to the farmer's children you beckon.

– W.H. Auden (1938)