Katharina Fritsch Beggar's Hand 2007 polyester Walker Art Center, Minneapolis |
Chester Arnold After the Fact 2007 oil on linen Crocker Art Museum, Sacramento, California |
Katherine Westerhout Aquarium, Belle Isle I 2007 pigment print San Jose Museum of Art, California |
Tomory Dodge Cloud 2007 watercolor on paper Weatherspoon Art Museum, Greensboro, North Carolina |
Josée Pedneault Cherries 2007 C-print Musée National des Beaux-Arts du Québec |
Andrei Roiter Camera 2007 wood, iron, plastic Kunstmuseum, The Hague |
Leah Sobsey Piranga olivacea (Scarlet Tanager) 2007 pigment print North Carolina Museum of Art, Raleigh |
Burk Uzzle Blue Building 2007 C-print Weatherspoon Art Museum, Greensboro, North Carolina |
Whiting Tennis Blue Tarp 2007 acrylic paint and paper collage on canvas Tacoma Art Museum, Washington State |
Melinda Harper Untitled 2007 screenprint National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Torbjørn Rødland Go to the VIP Room #2 2007 C-print Stavanger Kunstmuseum, Norway |
Malekeh Nayiny All in Pink 2007 C-print Los Angeles County Museum of Art |
Jack Balas Museum (#247) 2007 oil on canvas Denver Art Museum |
Louise Lawler Additional Support 2007 C-print Philbrook Museum of Art, Tulsa, Oklahoma |
Sophie Calle Ecrivain Public Raphaèle Decarpigny 2007 pigment print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Rineke Dijkstra Isabelle Huppert 2007 C-print Kunstmuseum, The Hague |
from A Bride in the 30s
But Love except at our proposal
Will do no trick at his disposal,
Without opinions of his own performs
The programme that we think of merit,
Will do no trick at his disposal,
Without opinions of his own performs
The programme that we think of merit,
And through our private stuff must work
His public spirit.
Certain it became, while still incomplete,
There were prizes for which we would never compete:
A choice was killed by each childish illness,
A choice was killed by each childish illness,
The boiling tears among the hot-house plants,
The rigid promise fractured in the garden,
And the long aunts.
While every day there bolted from the field
Desires to which we could not yield,
Fewer and clearer grew our plans,
Schemes for a life-time, sketches for a hatred,
And early among my interesting scrawls
Appeared your portrait.
You stand before me, flesh and bone
That ghosts would like to make their own:
Beware them, look away, be deaf,
When rage would proffer her immediate pleasure
Or glory swap her fascinating rubbish
For your treasure.
Or glory swap her fascinating rubbish
For your treasure.
– W.H. Auden (1934)