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Sunday, October 25, 2026

Arcadia Illustrated

Hippolyte Petitjean
Pan IV (Arcadia)
ca. 1898-1900
lithograph
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Louis Fabritius Dubourg
Arcadian Landscape with Figures around a Monumental Fountain
1742
watercolor on paper
Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen, Rotterdam

Gaspard Dughet
Arcadian Landscape
ca. 1670
oil on canvas
Statens Museum for Kunst, Copenhagen

Thomas Eakins
Arcadia
ca. 1883
bronze relief
Philadelphia Museum of Art

Thomas Eakins
Arcadia
ca. 1883
oil on canvas
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

Herbert Arthur Hess
In Arcadia
1899
platinum print
Princeton University Art Museum

Jean-Jacques François Lebarbier
Arcadian Family
1800
drawing
Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna

Isaac de Moucheron
The Three Fates in Arcadian Landscape
ca. 1710
watercolor on paper
Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna

Francesco Fontebasso
Et in Arcadia ego
ca. 1744
drawing (print study)
Morgan Library, New York

Jan van de Cappelle
Arcadian Landscape
ca. 1660
drawing
National Gallery, Athens

Richard van Orley
Arcadian Landscape
1702
gouache on vellum
Kupferstichkabinett, Kunstmuseum Basel

Jean-Pierre Norblin
Aqueduct in Arcadia
1784
watercolor and gouache on paper
National Museum, Warsaw

Jean-Charles-Joseph Rémond
Arcadian Landscape
1820
oil on canvas
private collection

Joseph Anton Koch
Arcadian Landscape
1792
watercolor and gouache on paper
Kupferstichkabinett, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin

Parmigianino (Francesco Mazzola)
Arcadian Shepherds
ca. 1535
drawing
Hamburger Kunsthalle

Ancient GreeK Artist
Head of a Woman
350-325 BC
marble
(excavated in Arcadia)
National Archaeological Museum, Athens

"There had been, from the beginning of classical speculation, two contrasting opinions about the natural state of man.  One view conceives of primitive life as a golden age of plenty, innocence and happiness – in other words, as civilized life purged of its vices.  The other conceives of primitive life as an almost subhuman existence full of terrible hardships and devoid of all comforts – in other words, as civilized life stripped of its virtues.  Arcady, as we encounter it in all modern literature, and as we refer to it in our daily speech, falls under the heading of golden-age primitivism.  But of Arcady as it existed in actuality, and as it is described to us by Greek writers, almost the opposite is true.  To be sure, this real Arcady was the domain of Pan, who could be heard playing the syrinx on Mount Maenalus, and its inhabitants were famous for their musical accomplishments as well as for their ancient lineage, rugged virtue, and rustic hospitality; but they were also famous for their utter ignorance and low standards of living.  . . .  Small wonder, then, that the Greek poets refrained from staging their pastorals in Arcady.  The scene of the most famous of them, the Idylls of Theocritus, is laid in Sicily, then so richly endowed with all those flowery meadows, shadowy groves and mild breezes which the "desert ways" of the actual Arcady conspicuously lacked.  . . .  It was in Latin, not in Greek, poetry that the great shift took place and that Arcady entered upon the stage of world literature."

– Erwin Panofsky, from Et in Arcadia Ego: Poussin and the Elegiac Tradition (1936)

"Also to Virgil's credit is the creation of the Arcadian setting – Snell's famous 'spiritual landscape' – which was to prove so influential in European pastoral.  But it is important to note that references to Arcadia in the Eclogues are actually rather few, and are moreover combined with features of Italian topography.  The precise import of Arcadia is much disputed.  It seems best to regard it as a remote, solitary setting for lovers' plaints and for song; . . . a place where poetry and love meet, avoiding the worlds of politics, cities, and empires."

–  The Oxford Classical Dictionary (3rd edition), edited by Simon Hornblower and Antony Spawforth

Tuesday, October 20, 2026

Romans

Antico (Pier Jacopo Alari Bonacolsi)
Bust of Faustina
before 1527
bronze, partly gilt
(from the Gonzaga Collection in Mantua)
Musée du Louvre


Antico (Pier Jacopo Alari Bonacolsi)
Bust of Faustina
before 1527
bronze, partly gilt
(from the Gonzaga Collection in Mantua)
Musée du Louvre

Roman Empire
Head of Youth
AD 220-30
marble
Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City, Missouri

Anonymous Italian Artist
Scipio
ca. 1475
marble relief
Musée du Louvre

Pierre Julien
Dying Gladiator
1779
marble (reception piece)
Musée du Louvre

Louis-Pierre Deseine
Mucius Scaevola before Lars Porsena
1791
marble
Musée du Louvre

Anonymous Spanish Artist
Gunpowder Flask with Mucius Scaevola before Lars Porsena
ca. 1540-60
gilt copper
Musée du Louvre

Anonymous Italian Artist
Bust of Augustus
17th century
bronze, partly gilt
Musée du Louvre

Roman Empire
Head of Man
AD 220-30
marble
Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City, Missouri

Roman Empire
Youth
AD 190-200
marble
Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City, Missouri

Pietro Bernini
Bust of Emperor Lucius Verus
before 1629
marble
Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City, Missouri

Anonymous Italian Artist
Roman General
17th century
marble
Ashmolean Museum, Oxford

Anonymous Italian Artist
Roman General
17th century
marble
Ashmolean Museum, Oxford

Antico (Pier Jacopo Alari Bonacolsi)
Bust of Emperor Antoninus Pius
before 1527
bronze, partly gilt
(from the Gonzaga Collection in Mantua)
Musée du Louvre

Nikolaus Knüpfer
Roman Matrons supplicating Coriolanus
ca. 1646
drawing
British Museum

Johann Heinrich Ramberg
Family Members beseeching Coriolanus for Peace
1813
drawing
British Museum

Who Goes with Fergus?

Who will go drive with Fergus now,
And pierce the deep wood's woven shade,
And dance upon the level shore?
Young man, lift up your russet brow,
And lift your tender eyelids, maid,
And brood on hopes and fear no more.

And no more turn aside and brood
Upon love's bitter mystery;
For Fergus rules the brazen cars,
And rules the shadows of the wood,
And the white breast of the dim sea
And all dishevelled wandering stars.

– William Butler Yeats (1892)

Thursday, October 15, 2026

Visual Preferences (20th Century: 1991)

Lynne Cohen
Spa
1991
gelatin silver print
Ottawa Art Gallery, Ontario

David Lance Goines
No War
1991
lithograph (poster)
Los Angeles County Museum of Art

Nan Goldin
Lynette and Donna at Marion's Restaurant, New York
1991
C-print
Portland Museum of Art, Maine

Jasper Johns
Green Angel
1991
color etching
San Diego Museum of Art

Jeff Koons
Bourgeois Bust - Jeff and Ilona
1991
marble
Art Institute of Chicago

Rostislav Lebedev
The Bolshevic [sic] by Kudisodiev
1991
acrylic on canvas
Nasher Museum of Art, Durham, North Carolina

Roy Lichtenstein
Modern Room
1991
lithograph, woodcut and screenprint
Akron Art Museum, Ohio

Manuel Neri
Figure with Legs Crossed
1991
painted bronze
Denver Art Museum

Manuel Neri
Kneeling Figure
1991
painted bronze
San Jose Museum of Art, California

Nicholas Nixon
Jamie Watkins
1991
gelatin silver print
Fralin Museum of Art, Charlottesville, Virginia

Gerhard Richter
Betty
1991
lithograph
Dallas Museum of Art

Susan Rothenberg
Head and Foot
1991
cast iron
Walker Art Center, Minneapolis

Tomás Sánchez
Second Version of Dump on the Beach
1991
acrylic on canvas
NSU Art Museum, Fort Lauderdale, Florida

Cindy Sherman
Untitled
1991
C-print
Lowe Are Museum, University of Miami

Jay Steensma
The Pond
1991
oil on canvas
Tacoma Art Museum, Washington State

Comme des Garçons (Japan)
Dress
1991
polyester crepe lined with acrylic fur
Denver Art Museum

from In Praise of Limestone

Watch, then, the band of rivals as they climb up and down
     Their steep stone gennels in twos and threes, at times
Arm in arm, but never, thank God, in step; or engaged
     On the shady side of a square at midday in
Volatile discourse, knowing each other too well to think
     There are important secrets, unable
To conceive a god whose temper tantrums are moral
     And not to be pacified by a clever line
Or a good lay: for, accustomed to a stone that responds,
     They have never had to veil their faces in awe
Of a crater whose blazing fury could not be fixed;
     Adjusted to the local needs of valleys
Where everything can be touched or reached by walking,
     Their eyes have never looked into infinite space
Through the lattice-work of a nomad's comb; born lucky,
     Their legs never encountered the fungi
And insects of the jungle, the monstrous forms and lives
     With which we have nothing, we like to hope, in common.
So, when one of them goes to the bad, the way his mind works
     Remains comprehensible: to become a pimp
Or deal in fake jewellery or ruin a fine tenor voice
     For effects that bring down the house, could happen to all
But the best and the worst of us . . . 
                                                          That is why, I suppose,
     The best and worst never stayed here long but sought
Immoderate soils where the beauty was not so external,
     The light less public and the meaning of life
Something more than a mad camp. "Come!" cried the granite wastes,
     "How evasive is your humor, how accidental
Your kindest kiss, how permanent is death." (Saints-to-be
     Slipped way sighing.) "Come!" purred the clays and gravels,
"On our plains there is room for armies to drill; rivers
     Wait to be tamed and slaves to construct your tomb
In the grand manner: soft as the earth is mankind and both
     Need to be altered." (Intendant Caesars rose and
Left, slamming the door.) But the really reckless were fetched
     By an older colder voice, the oceanic whisper:
"I am the solitude that asks and promises nothing;
     That is how I shall set you free. There is no love;
There are only various envies, all of them sad."

– W.H. Auden (1948)

Sunday, October 11, 2026

Visual Preferences (20th Century: 1989)

James V. Lamb
After Hours
1989
acrylic on canvas
Wright Museum of Art, Beloit, Wisconsin

Rostislav Lebedev
Barge-Haulers on the Volga
1989
oil paint on vinyl
Nasher Museum of Art, Durham, North Carolina

Marilyn Minter
Hands Dumping
1989
screenprint on aluminum
Art Institute of Chicago

Keith Haring
Exhibition Poster - Tony Shafrazi Gallery, New York
1989
lithograph
NSU Art Museum, Fort Lauderdale, Florida

Harold Garde
Blue Shadow
1989
acrylic on canvas
Farnsworth Art Museum, Rockland, Maine

Tina Barney
Jill and the T.V.
1989
C-print
Los Angeles County Museum of Art

Daan van Golden
Mitsukoshi
1989
oil on canvas
Kunstmuseum, The Hague

Barbara Kruger
Untitled
1989
gelatin silver print
Orange County Museum of Art, Costa Mesa, California

Dennis Leon
Moss Rocks
1989
pastel and collage on paper
San Jose Museum of Art, California

Magdalena Abakanowicz
Sagacious Head 6 and Sagacious Head 7
1989
bronze
Walker Art Center, Minneapolis

Michael Kenna
Golden Gate Bridge
1989
gelatin silver print
San Jose Museum of Art, California

Scott Heiser
Synchronized Swimmers
1989
gelatin silver print
Delaware Art Museum, Wilmington

William Clift
1763 Farmhouse, Milton, New York
1989
gelatin silver print
Loeb Art Center, Vassar College, Poughkeepsie, New York

Jeroen Eisinga
Jump
1989
gelatin silver print
Kunstmuseum, The Hague

Burhan Cahit Dogançay
Versace Man
1989
collage and acrylic paint on canvas
Los Angeles County Museum of Art

Joe Andoe
Untitled (Strawberry)
1989
oil on canvas
Orange County Museum of Art, Costa Mesa, California

from Ischia 

There is a time to admit how much the sword decides, 
with flourishing horns to salute the conqueror,
          impassive, cloaked and great on
     horseback under his faffling flag.

Changes of heart should also occasion song, like his
who, turning back from the crusaders' harbor, broke
          with our aggressive habit
     once and for all and was the first

to see all penniless creatures as our siblings. Then
at all times it is good to praise the shining earth,
          dear to us whether we choose our
     duty or do something horrible.

Dearest to each his birthplace; but to recall a green
valley where mushrooms fatten in the summer nights
          and silvered willows copy
     the circumflexions of the stream

is not my gladness today: I am presently moved
by sun-drenched Parthenopea, my thanks are for you,
          Ischia, to whom a fair wind has
     brought me rejoicing with dear friends

from soiled productive cities. How well you correct
our injured eyes, how gently you train us to see
          things and men in perspective
     underneath your uniform light.

– W.H. Auden (1948)