Saturday, February 21, 2026

Fruits

William J. McCloskey
Wrapped Oranges
1889
oil on canvas
Amon Carter Museum, Fort Worth, Texas

Lilo Raymond
Lemons
1976
gelatin silver print
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Paula Modersohn-Becker
Still Life with Fruit
1906
oil on canvas
Staatliche Kunsthalle, Karlsruhe

Karl Schmidt-Rottluff
Still Life with Fruit
1928
oil on canvas
Galerie Neue Meister (Albertinum), Dresden

Jean Valette-Falgores Penot
Peaches and Walnuts
1769
oil on canvas
Musée Ingres Bourdelle, Montauban

attributed to Anne Vallayer-Coster
Still Life
ca. 1780
pastel on paper, mounted on canvas
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Bordeaux

Max Pechstein
Still Life
1909
oil on canvas
Nasjonalmuseet, Oslo

Anonymous Artist
Still Life with Peaches and Grapes
ca. 1825-30
oil on canvas
Carnegie Museum of Art, Pittsburgh

Nicolaes Maes
Still Life with Peaches
1655
oil on panel
Dordrechts Museum, Netherlands

Otto Scholderer
Peaches in a Silver Basket
ca. 1868-70
oil on canvas
Staatliche Kunsthalle, Karlsruhe

Philippe Rousseau
Still Life with Peaches and Copper Pot
1876
oil on canvas
Kröller-Müller Museum, Otterlo, Netherlands

Sharon Core
Peaches and Blackberries
2008
C-print
Amon Carter Museum, Fort Worth, Texas

Claude Monet
Bottled Peaches
ca. 1866
oil on canvas
Galerie Neue Meister (Albertinum), Dresden

Gustave Courbet
Still Life with Apples
1872
oil on canvas
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Alfons Walde
Plate with Apples
ca. 1919
oil on panel
Leopold Museum, Vienna

Anna Maria Punz
Still Life with Apples
1754
oil on canvas
Belvedere Museum, Vienna

August von Pettenkofen
Melons
before 1889
drawing
Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna

Here the earth covers Pythonax and his brother, before they saw the prime of their lovely youth. Their father, Megaristus, set up this monument to them dead, an immortal gift to his mortal sons.

My name is Callimachus, and pitiless Hades carried me off when I was five years old and knew not care. Yet weep not for me; but a small share of life was mine and a small share of life's evils.

I, Dionysius, lie here, sixty years old. I am of Tarsus; I never married and I wish my father never had.

My murderer buried me, hiding his crime: since he gives me a tomb, may he meet with the same kindness as he shewed me.

What stone did not shed tears at thy death, Casandros, what rock shall forget thy beauty? But the merciless and envious demon slew thee aged only six and twenty, widowing thy wife and thy afflicted old parents, worn by hateful mourning. 

Here stand I, O Pericles, son of Archias, the stone stele, a record of thy chase. All are carved about thy monument; thy horses, darts, dogs, stakes and the nets on them. Alas! they are all of stone; the wild creatures run about free, but thou aged only twenty sleepest the sleep from which there is no awakening. 

– from Book VI (Sepulchral Epigrams) of the Greek Anthology, translated and edited by W.R. Paton (1917)