Saturday, October 12, 2024

Close-Ups - I

Jörg Immendorff
For All the Beloved in the World
1967
acrylic on panel
Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna

Maria Sibylla Merian
Evening Primrose from Surinam
ca. 1690
watercolor
Kupferstichkabinett, Kunstmuseum, Basel

Ilse Bing
Gold Lamé Shoes, Paris, for Harper's Bazaar
1935
gelatin silver print
High Museum of Art, Atlanta

Ernst Ziller
Ionic Capital from the Second Temple of Athena, Sounion
1864
watercolor
National Museum, Athens

Stanley Spencer
Fire Alight
1936
oil on canvas
Scottish National Gallery of Modern Art, Edinburgh

Giovanni Battista Piranesi
Design for Shell Ornament
ca. 1747
drawing
Morgan Library, New York

Charles Alexandre Crauk
Drapery Study
1845
drawing
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Valenciennes

Henri Fantin-Latour
Plate of Peaches
1862
oil on canvas
Museum of Fine Arts, Boston

Carlos Daudén Sala
Broken Dish
ca. 1980
oil on canvas
Princeton University Art Museum

Boccaccio Boccaccino
St John the Evangelist (detail)
ca. 1503
oil on panel
Gallerie degli Uffizi, Florence

Jean-Baptiste Armand Guillaumin
Still Life
ca. 1880
oil on panel
Princeton University Art Museum

Albino Galvano
Monte Cavallo (Rome)
ca. 1940
oil on canvas
Galleria Sabauda, Turin

Panayiotis Tetsis
Still Life
ca. 1995
pastel on paper
National Gallery, Athens

Igor Mitoraj
Tindaro Screpolato
1997
bronze
Giardino di Boboli, Florence

Jean-Étienne Liotard
Trompe-l'oeil of Antique Relief
ca. 1760-70
enamel on glass
Museum of Fine Arts, Budapest

Édouard Manet
Still Life with Brioche
1880
oil on canvas
Carnegie Museum of Art, Pittsburgh

 from The Island of Statues

Sleeping lord of archery,
No more a-roving shalt thou see
The panther with her yellow hide,
Of the forests all the pride,
Or her ever burning eyes,
When she in a cavern lies,
Watching o'er her awful young,
Where their sinewy might is strung
In the never-lifting dark.
No! Thou standest still and stark,
That of old wert moving ever,
But a mother panther never
O'er her young so eagerly
Did her lonely watching take
As I my watching lest you wake,
Sleeping lord of archery. 

– W.B. Yeats (1885)