Thursday, December 20, 2018

Small Sculpture (Relatively Recent)

George Frampton
Female Head Blindfolded (representing the Old Testament)
ca. 1910
plaster
Victoria & Albert Museum

George Frampton
Female Head (representing the New Testament)
ca. 1910
plaster
Victoria & Albert Museum

Alfred Stevens
Mask of Medusa (after the classical original in Munich)
ca. 1850
plaster
Victoria & Albert Museum

Medusa

I had come to the house, in a cave of trees,
Facing a sheer sky.
Everything moved, – a bell hung ready to strike,
Sun and reflection wheeled by.

When the bare eyes were before me
And the hissing hair,
Held up at a window, seen through a door.
The stiff bald eyes, the serpents on the forehead
Formed in the air.

This is a dead scene forever now.
Nothing will ever stir.
The end will never brighten it more than this,
Nor the rain blur.

The water will always fall, and will not fall,
And the tipped bell make no sound.
The grass will always be growing for hay
Deep in the ground.

And I shall stand here like a shadow
Under the great balanced day,
My eyes on the yellow dust, that was lifting in the wind,
And does not drift away.

– Louise Bogan (1923)

Auguste Rodin
Cupid and Psyche
ca. 1898
marble
Victoria & Albert Museum

Auguste Rodin
Male Torso
modeled 1877-78, cast 1979
bronze
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

Gaston Lachaise
Female Torso
ca. 1924
nickel-plated bronze
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

attributed to Francesco Celebrano
St Michael the Archangel
before 1814
polychromed terracotta
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

Archangel

It's dark in here,
your halo looks flat as a plate.
Maybe we're still there. Was that lightning?

You look like a cat when you sleep.
I'm not sleeping. You reading?
I'm looking for this poem,

about a cat – wait a minute –
Go on. 
You can read to me all you want.

That time it was lightning.
Is it you? Rolling the green grass back?
I love it when you smile like that.

Is this the white dawn, Angel, in the book?
It's dawn. Look. 
Where are they bringing that rock back?

Where are you going?

– Jean Valentine (1969)

Doccia Manufactory (Florence)
Farnese Hercules (copy)
ca. 1791-1806
hard-paste porcelain
Victoria & Albert Museum

Marchino di Campertogno
Sleeping Nymph (after the Borghese Hermaphrodite)
1823
ivory relief
Victoria & Albert Museum

Anonymous European sculptor
Hercules (after engraving of ancient Roman gem)
ca. 1750-1800
ivory plaque
Victoria & Albert Museum

workshop of Joseph Wilton
Apollo Belvedere (copy)
1762
marble statuette
Getty Museum, Los Angeles

Étienne-Maurice Falconet
Bathing Nymph
ca. 1760
marble statuette
Victoria & Albert Museum

from A Late History

Now, now, if ever, love opening your eyes,
The great blind windows lifted toward the sun, the doors
Thrown open wide. I said to my heart,
Do I wake or sleep? – Soon, soon, these closings start
Where mornings held the garden captive; and early dusk,
Laden with mist and smoke, drift upward from the grass.
The wind dies. The scraping leaves are still. I said to my heart,
Ravaged by darkness, "Now, Soon, and Later have become
Each other – doors all closed, the windows blocked and barred for good –
All and sink down together to the bottom of the sea.
Do I wake or sleep? It is late tonight as it will ever be."

– Weldon Kees (1914-1955)

Jacques Saly
Bust of a Young Girl
ca. 1770
marble
Victoria & Albert Museum

Anonymous Italian sculptor working in Naples
Cherub
ca. 1750-1800
polychromed wood
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York