Thursday, September 19, 2024

Seeley - Piccinini - Kauffer - Penn

George Henry Seeley
Girl in Flowered Hat
ca. 1910
autochrome
Clark Art Institute, Williamstown, Massachusetts

George Henry Seeley
The Burning of Rome
1907
photogravure
Lowe Art Museum, University of Miami

George Henry Seeley
Eurydice
1903
photogravure
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

George Henry Seeley
Orpheus
1903
photogravure
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Patricia Piccinini
Eulogy
2011
silicone, fibreglass, clothing, human hair
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Patricia Piccinini
Psychogeography
1995
C-print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Patricia Piccinini
Sky Whale
2013
hot-air balloon
(nylon, polyester, nomex, hyperlast, cable)
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Patricia Piccinini
The Stags
2009
assemblage
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

E. McKnight Kauffer
Soaring to Success!
1919
lithograph
(poster advertising newspaper)
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

E. McKnight Kauffer
With Best Wishes for 1936
1936
lithograph
(greeting card)
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

E. McKnight Kauffer
Journey of the Magi
1927
lithograph
(illustration to poem by T.S. Eliot)
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

E. McKnight Kauffer
A Song for Simeon
1928
lithograph
(illustration to poem by T.S. Eliot)
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Irving Penn
Elsa Schiaparelli, New York
1948
gelatin silver print
Art Institute of Chicago

Irving Penn
Georgia O'Keeffe
1948
gelatin silver print
Art Institute of Chicago

Irving Penn
Gypsy Rose Lee, New York
1948
gelatin silver print
Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney

Irving Penn
Wallis, Duchess of Windsor
1948
gelatin silver print
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

from Through the Looking Glass

Yours is the only name expressive there,
And family affection speaks in cypher.
Lay-out of hospital and street and square
That comfort to its homesick children offer,
As I, their author, stand between these dreams,
Unable to choose either for a home,
Your would-be lover who has never come
In a great bed at midnight to your arms.     

Such dreams are amorous; they are indeed:
But no one but myself is loved in these,
While time flies on above the dreamer's head,
Flies on, flies on, and with your beauty flies,
And pride succeeds to each succeeding state,
Still able to buy up the life within,
License no liberty except his own,
Order the fireworks after the defeat.

Language of moderation cannot hide: –
My sea is empty and its waves are rough;
Gone from the map the shore where childhood played,
Tight-fisted as a peasant, eating love;
Lost in my wake the archipelago,
Islands of self through which I sailed all day
Planting a pirate's flag, a generous boy;
And lost my way to action and to you. 

Lost if I steer. Tempest and tide may blow
Sailor and ship past the illusive reef,
And I yet land to celebrate with you
The birth of natural order and true love:
With you enjoy the untransifugred scene,
My father down the garden in his gaiters,
My mother at her bureau writing letters,
Free to our favours, all our titles gone.

– W.H. Auden (1933)