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)