Gerrit Dou Artist in his Studio 1647 oil on panel Gemäldegalerie Alte Meister, Dresden |
Michiel Sweerts In the Studio (set in Rome) 1652 oil on canvas Detroit Institute of Arts |
Johann Heiss Artist's Studio with Models on a Dais 1687 oil on canvas Staatsgalerie, Stuttgart |
Pier Leone Ghezzi The Artist's Studio in Rome ca. 1720 drawing Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna |
attributed to William Etty Studio Model ca. 1820 oil on canvas Princeton University Art Museum |
Adrienne Marie Louise Grandpierre-Deverzy Interior of the Studio of Abel de Pujol 1836 oil on canvas Musée des Beaux-Arts de Valenciennes |
Giorgio Scherer Interior of the Artist's Studio 1856 oil on canvas Galleria Nazionale di Parma |
Alexandre Cabanal Michelangelo in his Studio 1856 oil on canvas (reduced autograph copy of original for print reproduction) Musée Fabre, Montpellier |
Alfred-Émile-Léopold Stevens Woman int he Studio ca. 1862-65 oil on panel Virginia Museum of Fine Arts, Richmond |
Mariano Fortuny The Visitor (Studio Scene with Model) 1867 oil on panel Joslyn Art Museum, Omaha |
Nikolaos Gyzis The Artist's Studio in Munich 1884 drawing National Museum, Athens |
Ponziano Loverini Study of Recumbent Model 1884 oil on canvas Accademia Carrara, Bergamo |
Alvar Cawén Studio Interior 1923 oil on canvas Ateneum Art Museum, Helsinki |
Raoul Dufy Studio with Torso ca. 1946 oil on canvas Musée d’Art Moderne de Paris |
Alberto Giacometti Seated Nude in the Studio 1953 oil on canvas Carnegie Museum of Art, Pittsburgh |
Alekos Kontopoulos Pottery Studio 1959 acrylic on board (modello for mural) National Gallery, Athens |
from The Island of Statues
The evening gleams are green and gold and red
Along the lake. The crane has homeward fled
And flowers around in clustering thousands are,
Each shining clear as some unbaffled star;
The skies more dim, though burning like a shield,
Along the lake. The crane has homeward fled
And flowers around in clustering thousands are,
Each shining clear as some unbaffled star;
The skies more dim, though burning like a shield,
Above these men whose mouths were sealed
Long years go, and unto stone congealed.
And, oh! the wonder of the thing! each came
When low the sun sank down in clotted flame
Beyond the lake, whose smallest wave was burdened
With rolling fire, beyond the high trees turbaned
Long years go, and unto stone congealed.
And, oh! the wonder of the thing! each came
When low the sun sank down in clotted flame
Beyond the lake, whose smallest wave was burdened
With rolling fire, beyond the high trees turbaned
With clinging mist, each star-fought wanderer came
As I, to choose beneath day's dying flame;
And they are all now stone, as I shall be,
Unless some pitying god shall succour me
In this my choice.
And they are all now stone, as I shall be,
Unless some pitying god shall succour me
In this my choice.
– W.B. Yeats (1885)