Monday, July 15, 2019

Prometheus

Roman Empire
Prometheus and Athena model the First Man
ca. AD 180-190
marble sarcophagus relief
Museo del Prado, Madrid
 


Sèvres Manufactory
Prometheus and the New Man
ca. 1774-80
porcelain statuette
Hermitage, Saint Petersburg

from The Metamorphoses

So Man came into the world. Maybe the great artificer
made him of seed divine in a plan for a better universe.
Maybe the earth that was freshly formed and newly divorced
from the heavenly ether retained some seeds of its kindred element  –
earth, which Prometheus, the son of Iapetus, sprinkled with raindrops
and moulded into the likeness of gods who govern the universe. 
Where other animals walk on all fours and look to the ground,
man was given a towering head and commanded to stand
erect, with his face uplifted to gaze on the stars of heaven.
Thus clay, so lately no more than a crude and formless substance,
was metamorphosed to assume the strange new figure of Man.

– Ovid (8 AD), translated by David Raeburn (2004)

Johannes Josephus Aarts
Prometheus Defiant
before 1934
drawing
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Paolo Farinati
Minerva asleep and Prometheus with Stolen Fire
ca. 1560-80
drawing
Royal Collection, Great Britain

Peter Paul Rubens and Jan Cossiers
Prometheus stealing Fire
1636-37
oil on panel (cartoon)
Museo del Prado, Madrid 

from Prometheus

Titan! to whose immortal eyes
     The sufferings of mortality
     Seen in their sad reality
Were not as things that gods despise,
What was thy pity's recompense?
A silent suffering, and intense . . .

– George Gordon, Lord Byron (1816)

Dirck van Baburen
Prometheus chained by Vulcan
1623
oil on canvas
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Palma il Giovane
Prometheus chained to the Caucasus
ca. 1570-1608
oil on canvas
Royal Collection, Great Britain

Giovanni Bernardi after Michelangelo
Prometheus and the Eagle
before 1553
rock crystal intaglio
British Museum

from Prometheus Unbound

   The crawling glaciers pierce me with the spears
Of their moon-freezing crystals, the bright chains
Eat with their burning cold into my bones.
Heaven's wingèd hound, polluting from thy lips
His beak in poison not his own, tears up
My heart; and shapeless sights come wandering by,
The ghastly people of the realm of dreams,
Mocking me: and the Earthquake-fiends are charged
To wrench the rivets from my quivering wounds
When the rocks split and close again behind:
While from their loud abysses howling throng
The genii of the storm, urging the rage
Of whirlwind, and afflict me with keen hail.

– Percy Bysshe Shelley (1820)

Palma il Giovane
Prometheus and the Eagle
before 1628
drawing
National Galleries of Scotland

Luca Cambiaso
Prometheus
before 1585
drawing
National Galleries of Scotland

Peter Paul Rubens
Prometheus Bound
ca. 1611-18
oil on canvas
Philadelphia Museum of Art

Theodoor Rombouts
Prometheus
before 1637
oil on canvas
Royal Museum of Fine Arts, Antwerp

John Singer Sargent
Prometheus
ca. 1916-21
oil on canvas
(study for mural at the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston)
Harvard Art Museums

Gioacchino Assereto
Prometheus
ca. 1620-49
oil on canvas
Musée de la Chartreuse de Douai

Henry Fuseli
Prometheus rescued by Heracles
before 1825
drawing
British Museum