Tuesday, October 8, 2024

Studio as Scenery

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,
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
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. 

– W.B. Yeats (1885)