Saturday, October 26, 2024

Old Silver

Anonymous Ecuadorian Artist
Halo for Statue
ca. 1780
silver
Denver Art Museum

Joseph Angell
Victorian Christening Mug in Gothic Style
1845
silver
Art Gallery of Greater Victoria, British Columbia

John Bayly
Cream Pot
ca. 1755
silver
Clark Art Institute, Williamstown, Massachusetts

Harry Bertoia
Brooch
ca. 1948
silver
San Diego Museum of Art

Robert Cruikshank
Pair of Salt Spoons
ca. 1774-1809
silver
National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa

Carl Fabergé
Waterlily Bowl
ca. 1890
silver
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Ancient Greek Culture in South Italy
Decadrachma of Arethusa I with Dolphins
400-350 BC
silver
Penn Museum, Philadelphia

Josef Hoffmann
Sugar Tongs
ca. 1922
silver
Art Institute of Chicago

Anonymou German Artist
Perfume Bottle
19th century
silver
Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum, Boston

Anonymou German Artist
Perfume Bottle
19th century
silver
Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum, Boston

Anonymou German Artist
Salt Cellar and Spoon
ca. 1780
silver
Newport Mansions Preservation Society, Rhode Island

Anonymou Peruvian Artist
Chocolate Pot
ca. 1780
silver, with wooden handles
Denver Art Museum

Ancient Rome
Denarius of Julius Caesar
44 BC
silver
Musées d'Art et d'Histoire, Genève

Johann Samuel Schoenberg
Salt Cellar
ca. 1807
silver
Bayerisches Nationalmuseum, Munich

Johann Alois Seethaler
Salt Cellar
1809-10
silver, with silver-gilt interior
Bayerisches Nationalmuseum, Munich

Bernard Heinrich Weye
Centerpiece
ca. 1761-63
silver
Bayerisches Nationalmuseum, Munich

Secret Agent

Control of the passes was, he saw, the key
To this new district, but who would get it?
He, the trained spy, had walked into the trap
For a bogus guide, seduced by the old tricks.

At Greenhearth was a fine site for a dam
And easy power, had they pushed the rail
Some stations nearer. They ignored his wires:
The bridges were unbuilt and trouble coming.

The street music seemed gracious now to one
For weeks up in the desert. Woken by water
Running away in the dark, he often had
Reproached the night for a companion
Dreamed of already. They would shoot, of course,
Parting easily two that were never joined.  

– W.H. Auden (1928)