Tuesday, February 18, 2025

Divine Interactions

Maarten van Heemskerck
Venus at the Forge of Vulcan
1536
oil on canvas
Národní Galerie, Prague

François Boucher
Venus at the Forge of Vulcan
1769
oil on canvas
Kimbell Art Museum, Fort Worth, Texas

Gaetano Gandolfi
Venus at the Forge of Vulcan
1775
oil on canvas
Detroit Institute of Arts

Gérard de Lairesse
Venus bringing Arms to Aeneas
1668
oil on canvas (sketch)
Musée Magnin, Dijon

Giovanni Battista Ortolani Damon
Aeneas and Achates with Venus
1781
oil on canvas
Galleria Nazionale di Parma

Vincenzo Guarana
Aeneas and Achates with Venus
1781
oil on canvas
Galleria Nazionale di Parma

Ferdinand Bol
Venus and Mars
ca. 1660
oil on canvas
Herzog Anton Ulrich Museum, Braunschweig

Friedrich Christoph Steinhammer
Mars and Venus
ca. 1620
drawing
Kupferstichkabinett, Kunstmuseum Basel

Piero di Cosimo
Venus and Mars
ca. 1505
oil on panel
Gemäldegalerie, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin

Pietro de Angelis
Venus and Mars surprised by Vulcan within a Ruin
ca. 1800
drawing, with added watercolor
Kupferstichkabinett, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin

Bartholomeus Spranger
Venus and Mercury
ca. 1595-97
oil on canvas
Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna

Noël-Nicolas Coypel
Venus, Bacchus and the Three Graces
1726
oil on canvas
Musée d'Art et d'Histoire de Genève

Ferdinand Bol
Portrait historié of Wigbold Slicher and Elisabeth Spiegel
as Paris and Venus

1656
oil on canvas
Dordrechts Museum

Johan Zoffany
Venusa nd Adonis
ca. 1770
oil on canvas
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Bordeaux

Hans von Aachen
Venusa nd Adonis
ca. 1574-88
oil on canvas
Harvard Art Museums

William Orpen
Myself and Venus
1910
oil on canvas
Carnegie Museum of Art, Pittsburgh

from The Servant Question

A most unlikely housemaid 
or maid-of-all-work you must have been,
you with your carefree attitude
to kitchen hygiene,
intensified on a whim
but witnessed mainly by the thickening slick
of grease on your press tops
and tea leaf-choked plughole.

Your spidery script survives
on my kitchen jars to this day:
Jam, Tea, Sugar, Flour (Self-Raising).

I have been laughing along with Woolf
at her refractory chars:
Lottie was it,
or Nellie (never a surname);
always carping on about their insides,
resentful and swart-eyed,
superstitious as children.

I read:
It strikes me that one is absurd to expect
good temper or magnanimity from servants,
considering  what crowded small rooms they live in,
with their work all about them.

– Caitríona O'Reilly, Geis (2015)