Anonymous Canadian Makers Boy's Day Dress 1862 roller-printed cotton Royal Ontario Museum, Toronto |
Anonymous Indian Makers Child's Tunic ca. 1960 embroidered cotton and silk National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Anonymous American Makers Child's Coat ca. 1850 block-printed and roller-printed cotton Royal Ontario Museum, Toronto |
Anonymous Australian Makers Girls's Dress and Cape ca. 1880 embroidered cotton National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne |
Anonymous Japanese Makers Boy's Kimono ca. 1937-45 cotton stencil-printed with airplanes and helmets Asian Art Museum, San Francisco |
Anonymous English Makers Robe à la française ca. 1750-60 Spitalfields silk with silver lace Royal Ontario Museum, Toronto |
Anonymous English Makers Robe à la française ca. 1750-60 Spitalfields silk with silver lace Royal Ontario Museum, Toronto |
Anonymous American Makers Dress ca. 1885 wool twill, silk embroidery, machine-made lace Philadelphia Museum of Art |
Anonymous Persian Makers Coat worn by a Dervish 1857 (date the garment was purchased in Persia) wool-felt patchwork lined with cotton Ethnologisches Museum, Berlin |
Anonymous Chinese Makers Bridal Crown 19th century metal frame embellished with multiple materials Ethnologisches Museum, Berlin |
Anonymous Chinese Makers Bridal Robe ca. 1875 embroidered silk Art Institute of Chicago |
Anonymous French Makers Evening Jacket ca. 1933 sequined silk National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne |
Anonymous French Makers Evening Coat ca. 1920 embroidered and beaded silk satin with feathers National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne |
John Galliano for Dior Dress with Hat 2000 hand-painted silk, nylon and leather (back view) National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne |
Telemachus' Kindness
When I was younger I felt
sorry for myself
compulsively; in practical terms
I had no father; my mother
lived at her loom hypothesizing
her husband's erotic life; gradually
I realized no child on that island had
a different story; my trials
were the general rule, common
to all of us, a bond
among us, therefore
with humanity: what
a life my mother had, without
compassion for my father's
suffering, for a soul
ardent by nature, thus
ravaged by choice, nor had my father
any sense of her courage, subtly
expressed in inaction, being
himself prone to dramatizing,
to acting out: I found
I could share these perceptions
with my closest friends, as they shared
theirs with me, to test them,
to refine them: as a grown man
I can look at my parents
impartially and pity them both: I hope
always to be able to pity them.
– Louise Glück (1996)