Sunday, April 28, 2024

Watercolor Heads

Pieter Coecke van Aelst
Study Head of Bearded Man
ca. 1525-50
watercolor and gouache
private collection

Balthasar Gerbier
Portrait of Charles I as Prince of Wales
ca. 1616
watercolor miniature on vellum
Victoria & Albert Museum, London

Peter Oliver
Elizabeth of Bohemia (the Winter Queen)
ca. 1623-26
watercolor miniature on vellum
Victoria & Albert Museum, London

Richard Gibson
Sir William Kingsmill
ca. 1655
watercolor miniature on vellum
Victoria & Albert Museum, London

Richard Gibson
Sir William Portman
ca. 1658
watercolor miniature on vellum
Victoria & Albert Museum, London

Bernard Lens
King Henry V
1732
watercolor miniature on vellum
Victoria & Albert Museum, London

George Dance
Soldier's Head, front and back
ca. 1790
watercolor
Yale Center for British Art

Domenico Bossi
Portrait of a Lady in Van Dyck Costume
ca. 1810
watercolor and gouache miniature on ivory
Sinebrychoff Art Museum, Helsinki

Louis-Bertin Parant
Portrait of artist Dominique Vivant-Denon
ca. 1810-20
watercolor miniature on ivory
Musée du Louvre

Alfred Edward Chalon
Opera House, 1823
1823
watercolor
British Museum

attributed to Edward Ward Foster
Portrait of Miss Tamplin
1834
watercolor miniature on card
Victoria & Albert Museum, London

Honoré Daumier
Head of a Man
ca. 1860
watercolor
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Joan of Arc
1864
watercolor on board
Tate Gallery

Anders Zorn
In Mourning
1880
watercolor on paper
Nationalmuseum, Stockholm

Nicolaas van der Waay
Portrait of painter George Hendrik Breitner
ca. 1895
watercolor
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Édouard Vuillard
Portrait of actor Coquelin Cadet
ca. 1890-1910
watercolor on paper
Musée du Louvre

Gustaw Gwozdecki
Head
ca. 1920
watercolor
Yale University Art Gallery

Mourning 

A peacock on an olive branch looks beyond
the grove to the road, beyond the road to the sea,
blank-lit, where a sailboat anchors to a cove.
As it is morning, below deck a man is pouring water into a cup,
listening to the radio-talk of the ships: barges dead
in the calms awaiting port call, pleasure boats whose lights
hours ago went out, fishermen setting their nets for mullet,
as summer tavernas hang octopus to dry on their lines,
whisper smoke into wood ovens, sweep the terraces
clear of night, putting the music out with morning
light, and for the breath of an hour it is possible
to consider the waters of this sea wine-dark, to remember
that there was no word for blue among the ancients,
but there was the whirring sound before the oars
of the great triremes sang out of the seam of world,
through pine-sieved winds silvered by salt flats until
they were light enough to pass for breath from the heavens,
troubled enough to fell ships and darken thought –
then as now the clouds pass, roosters sleep in their huts,
the sea flattens under glass air, but there is nothing to hold us there:
not the quiet of marble nor the luff of sail, fields of thyme,
a vineyard at harvest, and the sea filled with the bones of those
in flight from wars east and south, our wars, their remains
scavenged on the seafloor and in its caves, belongings now
a flotsam washed to the rocks. Stand here and look
into the distant haze, there where the holy mountain
with its thousand monks wraps itself in shawls of rain,
then look to the west, where the rubber boats tipped
into the tough waves. Rest your eyes there, remembering the words
of Anacreon, himself a refugee of war, who appears
in the writings of Herodotus:
I love and do not love, I am mad and I am not mad.
Like you he thought himself not better,
nor worse than anyone else. 

– Carolyn Forché (2016)