Scarlet’s Print suite

a limited edition of 20 linocuts

The print edition

In 2016 we produced a suite of linocuts by 20 Australian printmakers. The artist responded to one of Scarlet’s favourite poems, Musée des Beaux Arts.

The income generated from the sales of these prints go to Scarlet’s Fund held by the Australian Communities Foundation.

Florence editioning the prints

Florence editioning the prints

All the prints are 300mm x 300mm, printed in black ink on Hannemuller 300gsm paper, and come unframed. The linocuts are signed and numbered by the artist and are in an edition of 40.

We’d like to thank the artists for their generosity, give special thanks to Florence who helped us print the editions and to Michelle Ely for managing the process.

A set of the prints were donated to the Intensive Care Unit and the Royal Melbourne Hospital to thank them for the care they provided our daughter while in their care

We have 15 prints available for sale below.

The artists involved in the project were:

Rick Amor

Rosalind Atkins

Phillip Faulkes

Dianne Fogwell

Kevin Foley

Sophie Gaur

Bill Hay

Kristin Headlam

John Marshall

Terry Matassoni

Celia Moriarty

Sharron Okines

John Ryrie

Heather Shimmen

Georgia Spain

Simon Spain

Kati Thamo (header image)

Scott Trevelyn

Deborah Williams

Musée des Beaux Arts

WH Auden

About suffering they were never wrong, 
The Old Masters: how well they understood 
Its human position; how it takes place 
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along; 
How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting 
For the miraculous birth, there always must be 
Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating 
On a pond at the edge of the wood: 
They never forgot 
That even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course 
Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot 
Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer's horse 
Scratches its innocent behind on a tree. 

In Brueghel's Icarus , for instance: how everything turns away 
Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may 

Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry, 
But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone 
As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green 
Water; and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen 
Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky, 
Had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.