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| Anonymous Italian Artist Head of Medusa ca. 1520 bronze medallion National Gallery of Art, Washington DC |
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| Anonymous Italian Artist Head of Medusa 17th century engraving Victoria & Albert Museum, London |
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| Bernard Picart Head of Medusa 1727 etching Teylers Museum, Haarlem |
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| Charles Monnet Perseus with the Head of Medusa turning to stone his adversary Phineas 1767 drawing National Gallery of Art, Washington DC |
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| Wedgwood & Bentley Head of Medusa 1776 jasperware plaque (designed by John Flaxman) Art Institute of Chicago |
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| Antonio Canova Head of Medusa ca. 1801 plaster (study for Perseus with the Head of Medusa) Art Institute of Chicago |
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| Frederick Sandys Head of Medusa ca. 1875 drawing Victoria & Albert Museum, London |
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| Albrecht Bouts Head of Christ ca. 1490-95 oil on panel Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City, Missouri |
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| Bernardino Zaganelli Head of Christ (Veronica's Veil / The Sudarium) ca. 1500 oil on panel Philadelphia Museum of Art |
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| Sebald Beham Head of Christ ca. 1520 woodcut (with false Dürer monogram) Harvard Art Museums |
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| Sebald Beham Head of Christ 1520 engraving National Gallery of Art, Washington DC |
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| Sebald Beham Head of Christ 1520 engraving National Gallery of Art, Washington DC |
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| Guido Reni Head of Christ ca. 1623 drawing National Gallery of Art, Washington DC |
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| Claude Mellan Head of Christ (Veronica's Veil / The Sudarium) 1649 engraving (single continuous line spiraling out from center) Scottish National Gallery, Edinburgh |
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| Édouard Brandon Head of Model posed as Christ ca. 1870 drawing Morgan Library, New York |
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| Michael Wright Self Portrait (mimicking Veronica's Veil / The Sudarium) ca. 1985 inkjet print Victoria & Albert Museum, London |
Fragment
I strayed about the deck, an hour, tonight
Under a cloudy moonless sky; and peeped
In at the windows, watched my friends at table,
Or playing cards, or standing in the doorway,
Or coming out into the darkness. Still
No one could see me.
I would have thought of them
– Heedless, within a week of battle – in pity,
Pride in their strength and in the weight and firmness
And linked beauty of bodies, and pity that
This gay machine of splendour'ld soon be broken,
Thought little of, pashed, scattered . . .
Only, always,
I could but see them – against the lamplight – pass
Like coloured shadows, thinner than filmy glass,
Slight bubbles, fainter than the wave's faint light,
That broke to phosphorus out in the night,
Perishing things and strange ghosts – soon to die
To other ghosts – this one, or that, or I.
– Rupert Brooke (1915)