Saturday, September 21, 2024

Leach-Jones - Grasset - Power - Henson

Alun Leach-Jones
Atlantic
1973
screenprint
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Alun Leach-Jones
Untitled
1976
collage of colored papers
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Alun Leach-Jones
Collage
ca. 1978
collage of colored papers
Heide Museum of Modern Art, Bulleen, Australia

Alun Leach-Jones
New England Night
1997
screenprint
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Eugène Grasset
Encre L. Marquet
1892
lithograph
(advertising poster)
Kunstbibliothek, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin

Eugène Grasset
Salon des Cent
1894
hand-colored lithograph and pochoir
(proof of poster before lettering)
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Eugène Grasset
La Vitrioleuse
ca. 1896
hand-colored lithograph and pochoir
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Eugène Grasset
La Morphinomane
1897
lithograph
Art Gallery of Ontario, Toronto

Cyril Edward Power
The Tube Staircase
1929
linocut
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Cyril Edward Power
The Eight
1930
linocut
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Cyril Edward Power
Whence and Whither?
ca. 1930
linocut
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Cyril Edward Power
The Trio
ca. 1935
linocut
Art-Gallery-of-Greater-Victoria-British-Columbia

Bill Henson
Untitled (Image no. 1441)
ca. 1980-82
gelatin silver print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Bill Henson
Untitled
1983
gelatin silver print
Art-Gallery-of-New-South-Wales-Sydney

Bill Henson
Untitled
ca. 1980-82
gelatin silver print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Bill Henson
Untitled
ca. 1980-82
gelatin silver print
Queensland-Art-Gallery-Brisbane

O What  Is That Sound

O what is that sound which so thrills the ear
     Down in the valley drumming, drumming? 
Only the scarlet soldiers, dear,
     The soldiers coming.

O what is that light I see flashing so clear
     Over the distance brightly, brightly?
Only the sun on their weapons, dear,
     As they step lightly.

O what are they doing with all that gear,
     What are they doing this morning, this morning?
Only their usual manoeuvres, dear,
     Or perhaps a warning.

O why have they left the road down there,
     Why are they suddenly wheeling, wheeling?
Perhaps a change in their orders, dear.
     Why are you kneeling?

O haven't they stopped for the doctor's care,
     Haven't they reined their horses, their horses?
Why, they are none of them wounded, dear,
     None of these forces.

O is it the parson they want, with white hair,
     Is it the parson, is it, is it?
No, they are passing his gateway, dear,
     Without a visit.

O it must be the farmer who lives so near.
     It must be the farmer so cunning, so cunning?
They have passed the farmyard already, dear,
     And now they are running.

O where are you going? Stay with me here!
    Were the vows you swore deceiving, deceiving?
No, I promised to love you, dear,
     But I must be leaving.

O it's broken the lock and splintered the door,
     O it's the gate where they're turning, turning,
Their boots are heavy on the floor
     And their eyes are burning.

– W.H. Auden (1932)