Friday, June 9, 2017

Gouache Through Centuries

Abraham Bloemaert
St Roch with Angel
ca. 1600-1610
wash drawing with gouache
Morgan Library, New York

Jacob Hoefnagel
Orpheus Charming the Animals
1613
gouache and watercolor on vellum
Morgan Library, New York

MUSIC

Oh! Sovereign of the willing soul,
Parent of sweet and solemn-breathing airs,
Enchanting shell! the sullen cares
And frantic passions hear thy soft controul.
On Thracia's hills the lord of war
Has curb'd the fury of his car
And drop'd the thirsty lance at thy command.
Perching on the scept'red hand
Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feather'd king
With ruffled plumes, and flagging wing:
Quench'd in dark clouds of slumber lie
The terror of his beak, and lightnings of his eye.

 Thomas Gray, from The Progress of Poesy: a Pindaric Ode (1757)

Paul Sandby
Windsor Castle from Datchet Lane on a rejoicing night
1768
gouache
Royal Collection, Windsor

Jean-Pierre Hoüel
Ruins of the Temple of Ceres in the Valley of Agrigento
ca. 1776-79
gouache
Getty Museum, Los Angeles

Théodore Géricault
Satyr and Nymph
1817
wash-drawing with gouache
Princeton University Art Museum

Charles Wild
Circular Dining Room at Carlton House, London
1819
gouache and watercolor
Cooper-Hewitt Smithsonian Design Museum

Anonymous painter
Cartoon for Woven Carpet
ca. 1843-53
gouache
Cooper-Hewitt Smithsonian Design Museum

Anonymous painter
Cartoon for Woven Carpet
ca. 1848
gouache
Cooper-Hewitt Smithsonian Design Museum

Anonymous painter
Cartoon for Woven Carpet
ca. 1848
gouache
Cooper-Hewitt Smithsonian Design Museum

James Tissot
Adam and Eve Driven from Paradise
ca. 1896-1902
gouache on panel
Jewish Museum, New York

James Tissot
Joseph Dwelleth in Egypt
ca. 1896-1902
gouache on panel
Jewish Museum, New York

James Tissot
The Ark Passes Over the Jordan
ca. 1896-1902
gouache on panel
Jewish Museum, New York

Amadeo Modigliani
Caryatid
ca. 1914
gouache
Museum of Fine Arts, Houston

Egon Schiele
Self-portrait in Yellow Vest
1914
gouache
Albertina, Vienna

TO ATTHIS

Atthis, far from me and dear Mnasidika,
Dwells in Sardis;
Many times she was near us
So that we lived life well
Like the far-famed goddess
Whom above all things music delighted.

And now she is first among the Lydian women
As the mighty sun, the rose-fingered moon,
Beside the great stars.

And the light fades from the bitter sea
And in like manner from the rich-blossoming earth;
And the dew is shed upon the flowers,
Rose and soft meadow-sweet
And many-coloured melilote.
Many things told are remembered of sterile Atthis.

I yearn to behold thy delicate soul
To satiate my desire . . .

 Sappho, translated by Richard Aldington (1914)