Tuesday, August 13, 2024

Made in 1986

Ray Robinson
Miss K
1986
oil pastel on paper
Museum London, Ontario

Jean-Paul Gaultier
Ensemble (jacket, skirt, petticoat)
1986
silk
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Comme des Garçons
Ensemble (tunic and skirt)
1986
rayon, cotton and nylon
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Yohji Yamamoto
Ensemble (blouse and skirt)
1986
rayon and cotton
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Robert McFarlane
Punk Women, William Street, Kings Cross
1986
gelatin silver print
Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney

Robyn Beeche
Bill Gibb Fashion Illustration
1986
C-print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Tracey Moffatt
Some Lads
1986
gelatin silver print
Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide

Tracey Moffatt
Some Lads
1986
gelatin silver print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Rosalind Atkins 
Lavender
1986
wood-engraving
Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney

Kenneth Josephson
England
1986
gelatin silver print
Art Institute of Chicago

Graham Cantieni
Thebes
1986
oil on canvas
Musée National des Beaux-Arts du Québec

Mats Nordstrom
Spaces
1986
C-print
Museum London, Ontario

Gillian Ayres
To Thy Wild Waves Play
1986
oil on canvas
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Chris O'Doherty
Self Portrait with Lumpy Coat
1986
oil on copper
Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney

Chris O'Doherty
Line of Trees near Tathra
1986
acrylic on panel
Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney

Nicholas Pitre
Light Lunch
1986
oil on panel
Musée National des Beaux-Arts du Québec

Sonnets from China

                                 XX

Who needs their names? Another genus built
Those dictatorial avenue and squares,
Gigantic terraces, imposing stairs,
Men of a sorry kennel, racked by guilt,

Who wanted to persist in stone for ever:
Unloved, they had to leave material traces,
But these desired no statues but our faces,
To dwell there incognito, glad we never

Can dwell on what they suffered, loved or were.
Earth grew them as a bay grows fishermen
Or hills a shepherd. While they breathed, the air

All breathe took on a virtue; in our blood,
If we allow them, they can breathe again:
Happy their wish and mild to flower and flood. 

– W.H. Auden (1938)