Saturday, September 7, 2024

Divine Shapes - II

Baccio Bandinelli
Ceres
ca. 1550
marble
Giardino di Boboli, Florence

Anonymous Italian Artist
Ceres and Triptolemus
ca. 1450
bronze plaquette
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Anonymous Italian Artist 
Livia Drusilla as Ceres
ca. 1700-1750
plasma (chalcedony) intaglio
Palazzo Pitti, Florence

Ludovico Lombardo
Vibia Sabina as Ceres
ca, 1550-60
bronze
Gallerie Estense, Modena

Anonymous Italian Artists
Juno
17th century (rosso antico marble head)
and 18th century (alabaster body)
Galleria Borghese, Rome

Anonymous French Artist
Juno
17th century
marble relief
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Lyon

Gianlorenzo Bernini
Apollo and Daphne
1622-25
marble
Galleria Borghese, Rome

Baccio Bandinelli
Apollo (detail)
ca. 1550
marble
Giardino di Boboli, Florence

Ancient Roman Culture
Apollo
2nd century AD
marble
Cleveland Museum of Art, Ohio

Ancient Roman Culture
Pan and Apollo
1st-2nd century AD
marble
Gallerie degli Uffizi, Florence

Ancient Roman Culture
Bacchus
AD 150-200
marble
Gemäldegalerie, Dresden

Ancient Roman Culture
Bacchus
AD 125
marble
Princeton University Art Museum

Ancient Roman Culture
Bacchus
1st century BC - 1st century AD
marble
Ashmolean Museum, Oxford

Ancient Roman Culture
Bacchus
AD 325-50
limestone mosaic
Rhode Island School of Design, Providence

Giovanni Francesco Susini
Bacchus
ca. 1625-50
bronze
Národní Galerie, Prague

John Deare
Bacchus feeding Grapes to a Panther
1792
marble relief
Art Institute of Chicago

To Dorothy Wellesley

Stretch towards the moonless midnight of the trees
As though that hand could reach to where they stand,
And they but famous old upholsteries
Delightful to the touch; tighten that hand
As though to draw them closer yet.
                                                         Rammed full
Of that most sensuous silence of the night
(For since the horizon's bought strange dogs are still)
Climb to your chamber full of books and wait,
No books upon the knee and no one there
But a great dane that cannot bay the moon
And now lies sunk in sleep.
                                             What climbs the stair?
Nothing that common women ponder on
If you are worth my hope! Neither Content
Nor satisfied Conscience, but that great family
Some ancient famous authors misrepresent,
The Proud Furies each with her torch on high.

– W.B. Yeats (1938)