Tuesday, November 5, 2024

Schiaparelli - Manet - Thorvaldsen - Werkman

Elsa Schiaparelli
Sweater
1927
wool knit
Philadelphia Museum of Art

Elsa Schiaparelli
Sweater
1948
wool jersey and monkey fur
Philadelphia Museum of Art

Elsa Schiaparelli
Evening Coat
1939
silk faille embroidered in gold
Philadelphia Museum of Art

Elsa Schiaparelli
Evening Gown
ca. 1932
silk velvet
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Édouard Manet
The Monet Family in their garden at Argenteuil
1874
oil on canvas
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

Édouard Manet
Portrait of Madame Édouard Manet at Bellevue
1880
oil on canvas
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

Édouard Manet
Portrait of a Lady
ca. 1879
oil on panel
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Édouard Manet
The Dead Toreador
ca. 1864
oil on canvas
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Bertel Thorvaldsen
Bust of Youth
ca. 1840
plaster cast
(head from figure in marble group)
Trondheim Kunstmuseum, Norway

Bertel Thorvaldsen
Lord Byron
1829
marble
Trinity College, Cambridge

Bertel Thorvaldsen
Risen Christ
ca. 1838-44
plaster statuette
(formerly owned by writer George Eliot)
Herbert Art Gallery & Museum,
Coventry, West Midlands

Bertel Thorvaldsen
Shepherd Boy with Dog
ca. 1820-40
marble
Waddesdon Manor, Buckinghamshire

Hendrik Nicolaas Werkman
Conversation
1942
stencil print and letterpress
Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen, Rotterdam

Hendrik Nicolaas Werkman
The Doctor's Visit (Kafka's House)
1938
oil on canvas
Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen, Rotterdam

Hendrik Nicolaas Werkman
The Language of the Birds
1943
template-print and stamp-print
Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen, Rotterdam

Hendrik Nicolaas Werkman
The Messianic Expectation
1943
template-print
Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen, Rotterdam

Scraps

We had codes
In our house. Like
Locks; they said
We never lock
Our door to you.
And never did.
Their bed
Stood, spotless as a tub . . .
I passed it every day
For twenty years, until
I went my way. My chore
Was marking time. Gluing
Relics into books I saw
Myself at seven learning
Distance at my mother's knee.
My favorite snapshot of my
Father shows him pushing forty
And lyrical
Above his firstborn's empty face.
The usual miracle. 

– Louise Glück