Wednesday, September 25, 2024

Corner to Corner, Edge to Edge - IV

Anonymous Italian Artist
Jephthah sacrificing his Daughter
ca. 1680
oil on canvas
Alte Pinakothek, Munich

Luca Longhi
The Crucifixion
ca. 1570
oil on panel
Musée Fesch, Ajaccio, Corsica

workshop of Battista Franco (il Semolei)
Sheet of Studies
ca. 1550
drawing
Biblioteca Reale, Turin

Giulio Cesare Procaccini
Coronation of the Virgin
with St Joseph and St Francis of Assisi

ca. 1604-1607
oil on panel
Getty Museum, Los Angeles

Domenico Passignano
Cain slaying Abel
ca. 1590
drawing
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

André-Adolphe-Eugène Disdéri
Portraits of Women
ca. 1860-65
albumen print
(cartes de visite)
Rhode Island School of Design, Providence

Bartholomeus Spranger
The Last Judgment
ca. 1570-71
oil on copper
Galleria Sabauda, Turin

Sigismondo Coccapani
Moses and the Daughters of Jethro
ca. 1630-40
oil on canvas
Detroit Institute of Arts

Anonymous Italian Artist
The Way to Calvary
ca. 1590
oil on panel
Galleria Nazionale di Parma

Johann König
Christ in Glory with All Saints
1632
oil on copper
Deutsche Barockgalerie, Augsburg

Lovis Corinth
The Lamentation
ca. 1915
oil on canvas
Landesmuseum, Hannover

Domenico Rietti (il Zaga)
Sheet of Studies
ca. 1560
drawing
Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna

Abraham Janssens
Diana and her Nymphs after the Hunt
1613
oil on panel
Alte Pinakothek, Munich

Georg Hainz
Trompe l'oeil Kunstkammer
1666
oil on canvas
Bildgalerie von Sanssouci, Potsdam

Abraham Bloemaert
Apollo and Diana slaying the Children of Niobe
1591
oil on canvas
Statens Museum for Kunst, Copenhagen

Parmigianino (Francesco Mazzola)
Lovers
ca. 1524-30
etching and engraving
Museum of Fine Arts, Budapest

 from The Wanderings of Oisin

And we rode on the plains of the sea's edge; the sea's edge barren and grey,
Grey sand on the green of the grasses and over the dripping trees,
Dripping and doubling landward, as though they would hasten away,
Like an army of old men longing for rest from the moan of the seas. 

But the trees grew taller and closer, immense in their wrinkling bark;
Dropping a murmurous dropping; old silence and that one sound;
For no live creatures lived there, no weasels moved in the dark:
Long sighs arose in our spirits, beneath us bubbled the ground.

And the ears of the horses went sinking away in the hollow night,
For, as drift from a sailor slow drowning the gleams of the world and the sun,
Ceased on our hands and our faces, on hazel and oak leaf, the light,
And the stars were blotted above us, and the whole of the world was one.

– W.B. Yeats (1889)