Thursday, August 22, 2024

Moholy - Meadmore - Marcoussis - Moore

Lucia Moholy
Self Portrait
1930
gelatin silver print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Lucia Moholy
Head from above, Berlin
1930
gelatin silver print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Lucia Moholy
Frau Binder
1925
gelatin silver print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Lucia Moholy
Florence Henri
1927
gelatin silver print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Clement Meadmore
Corded Chair
ca. 1952
steel, cord and rubber
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Clement Meadmore
Table
1957
steel, wood, linoleum and brass-plated copper
National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne

Clement Meadmore
Three Views of Half-Circle Module
with Square Cross-Section tilted at 22.5 Degrees

1992
etching
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Clement Meadmore
Meadmore Sculpture
1968
lithograph (exhibition poster)
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Louis Marcoussis
Le Volant d'Artimon by Paul Dermée
1922
color woodblock print
(book cover)
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Louis Marcoussis
La Table
1930
color etching
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Louis Marcoussis
Le Comptoir
ca. 1920
etching, aquatint and drypoint
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Louis Marcoussis
Verre et Fruits
1921
pigment on glass
Barnes Foundation, Philadelphia

David Moore
Chelsea Flower Show
1955
gelatin silver print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

David Moore
Gilbert Murray O.M., Oxford
ca. 1956
gelatin silver print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

David Moore
Len Howard, Naturalist, U.K.
1957
gelatin silver print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

David Moore
Self Portrait
1942
gelatin silver print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

from A Voyage

                                II. The Ship

All streets are brightly lit; our city is kept clean;
Her Third-Class deal from greasy packs, her First bid high;
Her beggars banished to the bows have never seen
What can be done in state-rooms: no one asks why.

Lovers are writing letters, athletes playing ball,
One doubts the virtue, one the beauty of his wife,
A boy's ambitious: perhaps the Captain hates us all;
Someone perhaps is leading a civilised life. 

Slowly our Western culture in full pomp progresses
Over the barren plains of a sea; somewhere ahead
A septic East, odd fowl and flowers, odder dresses:

Somewhere a strange and shrewd To-morrow goes to bed,
Planning a test for men from Europe; no one guesses
Who will be most ashamed, who richer, and who dead.

– W.H. Auden (1938)