Wearying rapidly of Frida Kahlo’s
thousand dark eyes, I exit her space in Bendigo Gallery for other encounters.
There are Christian Waller’s eyes, enquiring and pained, painted by husband
Napier (1932). Eyes that won’t meet mine in Thomas Wright’s self-portrait
(c.1858). King George III’s eyes, wishing the painter would hurry up (1762).
Suzanne Hay training on John Longstaff (1900) for a good long time, even now.
The stories in the eyes of Agnes Goodsir’s Rachel Dunn, “the artist’s long-term
companion.” (1925) The don’t-mess-with-me eyes of William Dargie (1940). The
too-much-January-sunshine eyes of Rupert Bunny (c1915).
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