Monday, January 6, 2025

Traditional Transience - I

Rachel Ruysch
Bouquet of Flowers
ca. 1690-95
oil on canvas
Hamburger Kunsthalle

Jan Davidsz de Heem
Vanitas Still Life with Fruit, Flowers and Oysters
1652
oil on panel
Národní Galerie, Prague

Jacob van Walscapelle
Still Life with Bouquet of Flowers
1677
oil on canvas
Städel Museum, Frankfurt

Ambrosius Bosschaert the Elder
Roses in a Glass Vase
ca. 1619
oil on copper
Museum of Fine Arts, Boston

Henri Fantin-Latour
Roses in a Vase
1872
oil on canvas
Museum of Fine Arts, Boston

Florine Stettheimer
Bouquet for Ettie
1927
oil on canvas
Rhode Island School of Design, Providence

Nikolaos Gyzis
Flowers
ca. 1890
oil on canvas
National Gallery, Athens

Hans Thoma
Meadow Flowers
1872
oil on canvas
Alte Nationalgalerie, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin

Franz Werner Tamm
Bouquet of Flowers
1704
oil on canvas
Deutsche Barockgalerie, Augsburg

Jean-Baptiste Oudry
Corner of the Garden of Monsieur de La Bruyère
1744
oil on canvas
Detroit Institute of Arts

Louis Valtat
Flowers
ca. 1912
oil on canvas
Milwaukee Art Museum

Odilon Redon
Flowers in a Green Vase
ca. 1905
oil on canvas
Carnegie Museum of Art, Pittsburgh

Anonymous Italian Artist
Bouquet on a Stone Pedestal
ca. 1650-75
oil on canvas
Detroit Institute of Arts

Daniel Seghers
Flowers in a Glass Vase
ca. 1630
oil on canvas
Národní Galerie, Prague

Anonymous Dutch Artist
Bouquet of Flowers
1680
watercolor and gouache on vellum
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Hans Simon Holtzbecher
Botanical Border
ca. 1665-70
gouache on vellum
Kupferstichkabinett, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin

A Bowl of Fruit

When I think of that room
I see the de Kooning at the end of the hall 

Sometimes rain on the long windows
Or the tinkering of drops on the skylight

But not Yvon
Splashing Scotch into a cocktail glass

Otherwise fastidious –

In retrospect
I should have asked her more

About the famous jazz guitarist
She had been engaged to

But that much was true –

Even after she bought me a pocket knife
Sheathed in velvet

Every young man needs a knife
She informed her group

But in the restaurant her friends
Eyed me like a turnip. One that talked –

While she was away at her office,
I tried to read

Her unfinished essay
On the vagaries of diplomacy

Reclining
On a rug of embroidered storks

The two small Rodins
Seemed misplaced

A grand piano
She didn't play

(though I did, affecting a controlled
passion

while gazing over rooftops
at carefully maintained gardens) –

I don't remember her smell

I don't recall her fingers

The last I heard she was living in Barcelona

She never did learn to cook

Now her letters are worth money

– Robert Vandermolen (2010)