Sunday, July 21, 2024

Mars - I

Donato Creti
Astronomical Observations - Mars
1711
oil on canvas
Pinacoteca Vaticana, Rome

Edmund Joseph Sullivan
Mars at the Telephone
1901
drawing
(print study)
Morgan Library, New York

Louis-Jean-François Lagrenée
Bellona presenting Mars with the Reins of his Horses
1766
oil on canvas
Princeton University Art Museum

Carlo Lasinio after Raphael
Mars
ca. 1810
engraving
Harvard Art Museums

Nicolas Guinier
Mars battling the Constellation Centaurus
1601
bronze medallion
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Hans Weiditz
Mars
ca. 1520
woodcut
Ashmolean Museum, Oxford

Anonymous Roman Artist
Mars
ca. 1620
oil on canvas
Museum of Fine Arts, Budapest

Master of 1515
Mars bound and blindfolded by Cupid
ca, 1515-20
drypoint
Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna

Jan van Bijlert
Mars bound by Amoretti
ca. 1650
oil on canvas
Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia

Agostino Carracci after Jacopo Tintoretto
Minerva protecting Peace and Abundance from Mars
1589
engraving
Art Institute of Chicago

Lucas van Leyden
Mars, Venus and Cupid
1530
engraving
Ashmolean Museum, Oxford

Ernest-Louis Lessieux
Mars
ca. 1890
lithographic postcard
Museum of Fine Arts, Boston

Chelsea Porcelain Manufactory
Mars
ca. 1755
porcelain
Museum of Fine Arts, Boston

Jan Saenredam after Hendrik Goltzius
Mars presiding over the Art of War
1596
engraving
Kunstmuseum, Basel

Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres
Mars
1864
oil on canvas
Kunstmuseum, Basel

Antonio Ricciani after Antonio Canova
Napoleon as the God Mars
ca. 1810
etching and engraving
Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna

from Mars

A "seeing night" astronomers would say,
No moon, no mist, a cold tranquillity.
Mars now makes its slow triumphant way
Above the trees, their colours struck, a fee
Of oaks, leaf-legions dead upon the field;
Mars now strides through ruin and defeat.
Bright minister of war, red ant,
Are you assured your carnage is complete?
I recognize those faces on your shield;
Before you, even love must yield:
Your tactic? Feigned retreat. Your orbit? Aberrant.

You double back, a tiger on its spoor,
Your unsuspecting hunters now the prey.
Their dogs are frenzied by the warm allure
Of cunning bait. Your killing's play,
And men no less than dogs are savaged so.
I see you through bare branches now, alone;
Napoleon reviewing Austerlitz,
Alaric reeling through the streets of Rome.
Wherever men have been there is that glow;
Indian jungle or Siberian snow –
Your light recoils through evil transits. 

– Patrick White (1976)