Thursday, August 1, 2024

Made in 1979

Bernard Faucon
First Communion
1979
Fresson print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Jeff Wall
Double Self Portrait
1979
cibachrome transparencies in lightbox
Art Gallery of Ontario, Toronto

Leonie Reisberg
Untitled
1979
C-print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Richard Tipping
TV Times
1979
screenprint
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Cher Shaffer
Blossom in a Field of Clover
1979
acrylic on canvas
Huntington Museum of Art, Huntington, West Virginia

Lynn Donoghue
Young American: Paul Oberst
1979
oil on canvas
Beaverbrook Art Gallery,
Fredericton, New Brunswick

Erica McGilchrist
Shore-to-Shore: A Conversation
1979
drawing
Heide Museum of Modern Art, Bulleen, Australia

Richard Holden
Toronto, Ontario
1979
C-print
National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa

Ray Mead
Red Megaron
1979
acrylic on canvas
Museum London, Ontario

Andy Warhol
Diana Vreeland, New York
1979
gelatin silver print
Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide

Peter Lyssiotis
To those Lands that have Machines,
Workers will be given

1979
photomontage
Queensland Art Gallery, Brisbane

Walter Curtin
Teresa Stratas, New York
1979
gelatin silver print
National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa

Evergon (Albert Lunt)
Entwined Fish Beach
1979
color photocopy
Ottawa Art Gallery, Ontario

Robert Bordeau
Ontario, Canada
1979
gold-toned gelatin silver print
Agnes Etherington Art Centre, Kingston, Ontario

Lynn Davis
Dancer, New York City
1979
gelatin silver print
Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney

Peter Tyndall
Detail - A Person looks at a Work of Art
1979
oil on canvas
Heide Museum of Modern Art, Bulleen, Australia

Sonnets from China

                                 VIII

He turned the field into a meeting-place,
Evolved a tolerant ironic eye,
Put on a mobile money-changer's face,
Took up the doctrine of Equality.

Strangers were hailed as brothers by his clocks,
With roof and spire he built a human sky,
Stored random facts in a museum box,
To watch his treasure set a paper spy.

All grew so fast his life was overgrown,
Till he forgot what all had once been made for:
He gathered into crowds but was alone,

And lived expensively but did without,
No more could touch the earth which he had paid for,
Nor feel the love which he knew all about.

– W.H. Auden (1938)