Friday, January 24, 2025

Muted

Master of the 1540s
Portrait of a Man
1541
oil on panel
Harvard Art Museums

Judith Leyster
Man offering Money to a Young Woman
1631
oil on panel
Mauritshuis, The Hague

Carlo Dolci
Portrait of Fra Ainolfo de Bardi
1632
oil on panel
Gallerie degli Uffizi, Florence

Leonaert Bramer
Salome receiving the Head of John the Baptist
ca. 1635-40
oil on panel
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Nîmes

Frans van Mieris the Elder
Interior with Elderly Couple
ca. 1650-55
oil on panel
Leiden Collection, New York

Ferdinand Bol
Portrait of Otto van der Waeyen in Polish costume
1656
oil on canvas
Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen, Rotterdam

Nicolaes Verkolje
Portrait of David van Mollem with his Family
1740
oil on panel
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Pierre Subleyras
St Thomas Aquinas
1746
oil on canvas (sketch)
Alte Pinakothek, Munich

Giuseppe Bazzani
Departure of the Prodigal Son
ca. 1750
oil on canvas
Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City, Missouri

Johann Lucas Kracker
St Andrew
1754
oil on canvas
Belvedere Museum, Vienna

Firmin Salabert
Bathers
ca. 1840
oil on canvas
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Gaillac

Ferdinand Konrad Bellermann
Source of Rio Tuy in Venezuela
ca. 1842-45
oil on canvas
Kupferstichkabinett, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin

Arnold Böcklin
Sleeping Nymph watched by Two Fauns
1884
oil on canvas
Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam

Ernst Payer
Grotesques
ca. 1890
watercolor on paper
Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna

Gustav Klimt
Hope I
1903
oil on canvas
National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa

Francis Bacon
Man in Blue I
1954
oil on canvas
Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen, Rotterdam

from The Mystery

I became a creature of light.
I sat in a driveway in California;
the roses were hydrant-color; a baby
rolled by in its yellow stroller, making
bubbling fishlike sounds.

I sat in a folding chair
reading Nero Wolfe for the twentieth time,
a mystery that has become restful.
I know who the innocent are; I have acquired in some measure
the genius of the master, in whose supple mind
time moves in two directions: backward
from the act to the motive
and forward to just resolution.

Fearless heart, never tremble again:
the only shadow is the narrow palm's
that cannot enclose you absolutely.
Not like the shadows of the east.

My life took me many places,
many of them very dark.
It took me without my volition,
pushing me from behind,
from one world to another, like
the fishlike baby. 

– Louise Glück (1999)