Saturday, November 2, 2024

Affinities

Dora Chapman
Self Portrait
ca. 1937
oil on canvas
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Dora Chapman
Self Portrait
ca. 1940
oil on canvas
Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide

Marcel Breuer
Long Chair
ca. 1936
laminated plywood
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Marcel Breuer
Wassily Lounge Chair
1925
(this example manufactured later)
tubular steel frame with canvas panels
Royal Ontario Museum, Toronto

James Boyd
Figure Study
ca. 1953-55
charcoal and watercolor on paper
Ottawa Art Gallery, Ontario

James Boyd
Figure Study
ca. 1953-55
charcoal on paper
Ottawa Art Gallery, Ontario

Will Carqueville
Lippincott's February
1895
lithograph (poster)
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Will Carqueville
Lippincott's February
1895
lithograph (poster)
Delaware Art Museum, Wilmington

Kirsten Coelho
Colander, Oil Can & Bottle
2017-18
porcelain
Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide

Kirsten Coelho
Ridged Vase, Bottle & Funnel
2017
porcelain
Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide

Alfred Joseph Casson
Crocuses
ca. 1948
screenprint
Art Gallery of Greater Victoria, British Columbia

Alfred Joseph Casson
Tulips
ca. 1948
screenprint
Art Gallery of Greater Victoria, British Columbia

AES+F (art collective)
Allegoria Sacra: Knight and Death
2012
pigment print
private collection

AES+F (art collective)
Untitled
2020
pigment print
Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide

Claude Cahun
Self Portrait
1928
gelatin silver print
Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen, Rotterdam

Claude Cahun
Self Portrait
1929
gelatin silver print
Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen, Rotterdam

The Racer's Widow

The elements have merged into solicitude.
Spasms of violets rise above the mud
And weed and soon the birds and ancients
Will be starting to arrive, bereaving points 
South. But never mind. It is not painful to discuss
His death. I have been primed for this,
For separation, for so long. But still his face assaults
Me. I can hear that car careen again, the crowd coagulate on asphalt.
In my sleep. And watching him, I feel my legs like snow
that let him finally let him go. 
As he lies draining there. And see
How even he did not get to keep that lovely body. 

– Louise Glück (1968)