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| Arthur S. Aubry Farm Equipment, Tacoma 2006 C-print Tacoma Art Museum, Washington State |
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| Sergio Belinchón Natural History 29 2006 inkjet print Institut Valencià d'Art Modern, Spain |
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| Beth Edwards Hi-Ho 2006 oil on canvas Memphis Brooks Museum of Art, Tennessee |
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| Eric Fischl Untitled 2006 watercolor on paper Museum Folkwang, Essen |
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| Juan Gomez Arauca 2006 oil on linen Farnsworth Art Museum, Rockland, Maine |
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| Marla Hlady Wah-wah Teapot (Landscape for Alvin Lucier) 2006 assemblage Museum London, Ontario |
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| Holly King Windblown Tangle 2006 inkjet print Beaverbrook Art Gallery, Fredericton, New Brunswick |
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| Friedrich Kunath Untitled 2006 hand-colored screenprint Los Angeles County Museum of Art |
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| Jennifer Lefort Nothing Wrong with Lovely 2006 oil on canvas Musée National des Beaux-Arts du Québec |
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| Loretta Lux The Waiting Girl 2006 C-print Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
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| Kent Monkman The Trapper's Bride 2006 oil on canvas Beaverbrook Art Gallery, Fredericton, New Brunswick |
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| Eline Mugaas No Horizon 2006 C-print Nasjonalmuseet, Oslo |
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| Angelika Rinnhofer Menschenkunde XXXII 2006 C-print New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut |
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| Rosalyn Schwartz Big Perfume 2006 oil on canvas McNay Art Museum, San Antonio, Texas |
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| Claire Seidl Dinner Party 2006 giclée print Portland Museum of Art, Maine |
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| Susan Silton Infested #11 2006 C-print Loeb Art Center, Vassar College, Poughkeepsie, New York |
Song
Some say that love's a little boy,
And some say it's a bird,
Some say it makes the world go round,
And some say that's absurd,
And when I asked the man next-door,
Who looked as if he knew,
His wife got very cross indeed,
And said it wouldn't do.
Does it look like a pair of pyjamas,
Or the ham in a temperance hotel?
Does its odour remind one of llamas,
Or has it a comforting smell?
Is it prickly to touch as a hedge is,
Or soft as eiderdown fluff?
Is it sharp or quite smooth at the edges?
O tell me the truth about love.
Our history books refer to it
In cryptic little notes,
It's quite a common topic on
The Transatlantic boats;
I've found the subject mentioned in
Accounts of suicides,
And even seen it scribbled on
The backs of railway-guides.
Does it howl like a hungry Alsatian,
Or boom like a military band?
Could one give a first-rate imitation
On a saw or a Steinway Grand?
Is its singing at parties a riot?
Does it only like Classical stuff?
Will it stop when one wants to be quiet?
O tell me the truth about love.
I looked inside the summer-house;
It wasn't ever there:
I tried the Thames at Maidenhead,
And Brighton's bracing air.
I don't know what the blackbird sang,
Or what the tulip said;
But it wasn't in the chicken-run,
Or underneath the bed.
Can it pull extraordinary faces?
Is it usually sick on a swing?
Does it spend all its time at the races,
Or fiddling with pieces of string?
Has it views of its own about money?
Does it think Patriotism enough?
Are its stories vulgar but funny?
O tell me the truth about love.
When it comes, will it come without warning
Just as I'm picking my nose?
Will it knock on my door in the morning,
Or tread in the bus on my toes?
Will it come like a change in the weather?
Will its greeting be courteous or rough?
Will it alter my life altogether?
O tell me the truth about love.
– W.H. Auden (1938)