Bruce Cohen Untitled 1985 oil on canvas Orange County Museum of Art, Costa Mesa, California |
Jeremy Gilbert-Rolfe Paddock Wood 1985 oil on linen Los Angeles County Museum of Art |
Pat Durr Yellow Sky 1985 acrylic on canvas Ottawa Art Gallery, Ontario |
Pascale-Antoine Hamet Victory crossing the Ocean 1985 oil on canvas Musée National des Beaux-Arts du Québec |
Tom Hopkins Love and Fear 1985 oil on canvas Musée National des Beaux-Arts du Québec |
Lucebert (Lubertus Jacobus Swaanswijk) Vers un Monde Merveilleux 1985 oil on canvas Kunstmuseum, The Hague |
Stephen Livick Kali Partially Painted 1985 gum bichromate print National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa |
Alen MacWeeney Bridesmaid Dresses, Aran Islands 1985 C-print Delaware Art Museum, Wilmington |
William Bailey Still Life, Hotel Locarno 1985 oil on canvas Wichita Art Museum, Kansas |
Roger Bason Prince Hans Adam von und zu Liechtenstein 1985 oil on canvas Liechtenstein Museum, Vienna |
Nan Goldin The Parents at a French Restaurant, Cambridge, Mass. 1985 C-print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Joan Jonas Volcano Saga: Buried House 1985 C-print Beaverbrook Art Gallery, Fredericton, New Brunswick |
Robyn Stacey Untitled 1985 C-print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Mimmo Paladino Untitled 1985 limestone National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Pierre Dorion Allegorical Self Portrait 1985 enamel on canvas Musée National des Beaux-Arts du Québec |
Rosalind Solomon What is Life 1985 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa |
Sonnets from China
XVIII
Chilled by the present, its gloom and its noise,
On waking we sigh for an ancient South,
A warm nude age of instinctive poise,
A taste of joy in an innocent mouth.
At night in our huts we dream of a part
In the balls of the Future: each ritual maze
Has a musical plan, and a musical heart
Can faultlessly follow its faultless ways.
We envy streams and houses that are sure,
But, doubtful, articled to error, we
Were never nude and calm as a great door,
And never will be faultless like our fountains:
We live in freedom by necessity,
A mountain people dwelling among mountains.
– W.H. Auden (1938)