Ancient Chinese Culture Head of a Luohan 11th century AD hollow dry lacquer Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City, Missouri |
Ancient Chinese Culture Head of a Luohan 11th century AD hollow dry lacquer Art Institute of Chicago |
Ancient Greek Culture Head of a Goddess 4th century BC marble Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia |
Ancient Greek Culture Head of a Goddess 4th century BC marble Saint Louis Art Museum |
Roman Empire Head of a Goddess 2nd century AD marble Yale University Art Gallery |
Roman Empire Head of a Young God 4th century AD marble National Gallery of Norway, Oslo |
Roman Empire Head of Hadrian AD 130-138 marble Art Institute of Chicago |
Roman Empire Head of a Woman AD 1-15 marble Cleveland Museum of Art |
Roman Empire Head of a Woman 1st century BC-1st century AD marble Walters Art Museum, Baltimore |
Roman Empire Head of a Boy 1st century AD marble Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia |
Roman Empire Head of a Woman AD 90-100 marble Milwaukee Art Museum |
Roman Empire Head of a Man AD 175-200 marble Cleveland Museum of Art |
Roman Empire Head of a Man AD 125 marble Cleveland Museum of Art |
Ancient Greek Culture Head of a Woman 4th-3rd century BC marble Cleveland Museum of Art |
Kingdom of Gandhara Head of a Bodhisattva 3rd-4th century AD stucco Victoria & Albert Museum, London |
Kingdom of Gandhara Head of Buddha 4th century AD stucco Saint Louis Art Museum |
I Have Met Freddy
I have met Freddy again in the masterful gazebo.
This time he brought along his collection of marble
statues (tiny) and he brought Daphne
Peterson who is staying on another three weeks at the
Lion, because the Nantucket people
have not gotten out of her house. The cutest – far and
away – statue
is a shepherdess who is taking a thorn out of one of
her charge's feet, Androcles-like,
and it is quite unornamented, unlike the others, which
are tartishly polychromed.
Daphne was saying that terrycloth is a good bet for
the – then we were interrupted by
birds! flinging themselves against the vines! madly
trying to get into the gazebo.
Not understanding what was happening, we all three
took fright, although pretending to be amused.
Daphne annoyingly fled into Freddy's arms, which were
trying to fend off such birds as had penetrated the
netting.
And while he was extremely flattered by Daphne's
"advances," which really were advances,
he was also terribly peeved by having to do so many
things at once.
Suddenly all the birds went away, off to bash into
something else, and Daphne unwound her cashmere
hands with silvery-pink long fingernails from around
poor brave Freddy's neck,
and a few birds that were left clutched rather faintly at
the inside netting, wanting out again, after all that.
Daphne and I picked up all the marble figures and
wrapped them in their tissue paper and put them back
in the box.
Freddy said that if he had been any kind of anything at
all he would have brought one of those walking-
sticks that has brandy secretly inside, and you screw
off the head and quaff with your friends, and then
you suggest that everybody walk down to the
outbuildings and look at the new baby pigs born
last week, they are doing so well.
– Caroline Knox (1978)