Tuesday, June 18, 2024

Artists Fashioning Likenesses of Themselves

Gerlach Flicke
Self Portrait (left) with Portrait of Henry Strangways
1554
oil on vellum, mounted on panel
National Portrait Gallery, London

According to curators at London's National Portrait Gallery, Flicke's is the first self portrait known to have been painted in England.  He and his friend Strangways were both imprisoned under Mary Tudor in the Tower of London when the miniature diptych was made. 

Isaac Oliver
Miniature Self Portrait
ca. 1590
watercolor on vellum
National Portrait Gallery, London

Jacob Jordaens
Self Portrait
ca. 1650
oil on canvas
Alte Pinakothek, Munich

Frans van Mieris
Self Portrait as a Soldier
1662
oil on panel
Worcester Art Museum, Worcester, Massachusetts

Mary Beale
Self Portrait
ca. 1666
oil on canvas
National Portrait Gallery, London

William Aikman
Self Portrait
1711
oil on canvas
Scottish National Portrait Gallery, Edinburgh

Jonathan Richardson, Senior
Self Portrait at age Thirty
1697
drawing
Courtauld Gallery, London

Anton Raphael Mengs
Self Portrait
1773
oil on canvas
Neue Pinakothek, Munich

Andrew Geddes
Self Portrait in Van Dyck Costume
1812
oil on panel
Scottish National Portrait Gallery, Edinburgh

James Ensor
Self Portrait in Clown Costume
1895
drawing
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

Duncan Grant
Self Portrait
ca. 1920
oil on canvas
Scottish National Portrait Gallery, Edinburgh

Lovis Corinth
Self Portrait
1924
oil on canvas
Neue Pinakothek, Munich

Stanley Cursiter
Chez Nous
(Self Portrait with wife Phyllis Eda Hourston and model Poppy Low)
1925
oil on canvas
Scottish National Portrait Gallery, Edinburgh

Paraskeva Clark
Myself
1933
oil on canvas
National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa

Oskar Kokoschka
Self Portrait as Degenerate Artist
1937
oil on canvas
Scottish National Gallery of Modern Art, Edinburgh

Joan Brown
Self Portrait
ca. 1959
oil on canvas
Yale University Art Gallery

from La Durée

I remember one time when the feeling of my own existence faltered,
About a year after I'd settled in Milwaukee. I was in a Kmart
Parking lot – a local version of the paving stones of Venice –
And couldn't understand why I was there or what had brought me there.
I fell into a mild depression that persisted for a year or so
And dissipated, leaving me as I am, and as I've been for forty years. 
There may be various ways to organize one's story, structuring it
By place-names or by people or by poems, instead of incidents
And years, yet all of them seem equal in the end. A life's
Partitions are internal to it, and of no significance beyond its course.

– John Koethe (2016)