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| Alphonse-Alexandre Leroy after Andrea Mantegna Judith with the Head of Holofernes ca. 1860 aquatint Cooper Hewitt, Smithsonian Design Museum |
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| Johann Nepomuk Strixner after Andrea Mantegna Judith with the Head of Holofernes ca. 1815 lithograph Philadelphia Museum of Art |
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| Anonymous French Artist Judith with the Head of Holofernes ca. 1850 terracotta statuette Cleveland Museum of Art |
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| Peter Lutz after August Riedel Judith with the Head of Holofernes 1847 etching and engraving Philadelphia Museum of Art |
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| Anonymous German Artist Judith with the Head of Holofernes ca. 1750 ivory and wood Victoria & Albert Museum, London |
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| Luca Giordano Judith displaying the Head of Holofernes 1703-1704 oil on canvas Saint Louis Art Museum |
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| Francis van Bossuit Judith with the Head of Holofernes ca. 1680 ivory relief Walters Art Museum, Baltimore |
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| Jan van Troyen after Carlo Saraceni Judith with the Head of Holofernes ca. 1660 etching and engraving Teylers Museum, Haarlem |
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| Giovanni Andrea and/or Elisabetta Sirani Judith with the Head of Holofernes ca. 1650 oil on canvas Walters Art Museum, Baltimore |
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| Matteo Ponzoni Judith with the Head of Holofernes ca. 1650 oil on canvas Victoria & Albert Museum, London |
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| Gilles Rousselet (figure) and Abraham Bosse (background) Judith with the Head of Holofernes 1647 etching and engraving Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York |
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| Nicolas Régnier Judith with the Head of Holofernes ca. 1640 oil on canvas Museo del Prado, Madrid |
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| Trophime Bigot Judith beheading Holofernes ca. 1640 oil on canvas Walters Art Museum, Baltimore |
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| attributed to Giulio Benso Judith with the Head of Holofernes ca. 1630 drawing Statens Museum for Kunst, Copenhagen |
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| Camillo Procaccini Judith with the Head of Holofernes before 1629 oil on canvas Chiesa di Santa Maria del Carmine, Milan |
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| Simon Vouet Judith with the Head of Holofernes ca. 1615-20 oil on canvas Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna |
My Mother's Van
Even now it idles outside the houses
where we failed to get better at piano lessons,
visits the parking lot of the ballet school
where my sister and I stood awkwardly
at the back. My mother's van was orange
with a door we slid open to reveal
beheaded plastic dragons and bunches
of black half-eaten bananas; it was where
her sketchbooks tarried among
abandoned coffee cups and
science projects. She meant to go places
in it: camp in its back seat
and cook on its stove while
painting the coast of Nova Scotia,
or capturing the cold beauty of the Blue Ridge
mountains at dawn. Instead, she waited
behind its wheel while we scraped violins,
made digestive sounds
with trumpets, danced badly at recitals
where grandmothers recorded us
with unsteady cameras. Sometimes, now,
I look out a window and believe I see it,
see her, waiting for me beside a curb,
under a tree, and I think I could open the door,
clear off a seat, look at the drawing in her lap,
which she began, but never seemed to finish.
– Faith Shearin (2018)