Tuesday, March 31, 2026

Convergences - III

Károly Markó the Elder
Temple in the Forest
ca. 1820
watercolor and gouache on paper
Belvedere Museum, Vienna

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

Camille Pissarro
Apple Trees and Poplars, Éragny
1901
oil on canvas
Musée d'Art Moderne André Malraux, Le Havre

Gherardo Cibo
Coastal Landscape
ca. 1590
drawing
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

Hubert Robert
Terrace in an Italian Garden
ca. 1760
drawing
Courtauld Gallery, London

Wilhelm Barth
Terraces at Sanssouci Palace, Potsdam
ca. 1830
gouache on paper
Kupferstichkabinett, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin

Wilhelm Ferdinand Bendz
Mountain Landscape
1831
oil on canvas
Hirschsprung Collection, Copenhagen

Jan Brueghel the Younger and workshop of Hendrik van Balen
The Four Elements
ca. 1620-25
oil on panel
Musée d'Art et d'Histoire de Genève

Louis Eysen
Track through Fields near Kronberg in Taunus
1877
oil on canvas
Staatliche Kunsthalle, Karlsruhe

Theodor von Hörmann
Summer in the Garden, Znojmo
ca. 1893
oil on canvas
Leopold Museum, Vienna

Jean-Pierre Norblin
Fête galante
1779
oil on panel
National Museum, Warsaw

Felix Albrecht Harta
Jardin du Luxembourg
1908
oil on board
Leopold Museum, Vienna

workshop of Paul Bril
Landscape with St Francis
ca. 1590
oil on copper
Galleria Borghese, Rome

Jens Hauge
Untitled (Treehouse)
2004
gelatin silver print
Sogn-og-Fjordane Kunstmuseum, Norway

Henri Loubat
The Mower
1909
oil on canvas
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Gaillac

Mette Tronvoll
Matthew, Müritz National Park
2000
C-print
KORO (Public Art Norway), Oslo

King, destroyer of the world, they set up this iron statue of thee as being much less precious than bronze, in return for the bloodshed, the fatal poverty and famine and wrath, by which thou destroyest all things owing to thy avarice.

Tell me, I ask you, Hermes, how did the soul of Lollianus go down to the house of Persephone? If in silence, it was a marvel, and very likely he wanted to teach you also something. Heavens, to think of meeting that man even when one is dead!

Thou speakest much, O man, but in a little thou shalt be laid on the ground.  Silence! and while thou yet livest get into practice for death.

Farewell ye whose eyes ever range over the universe, and ye thorn-gathering book-worms of Aristarchus' school. What serves it me to enquire what path the Sun has run, and whose son was Proteus and who Pygmalion? Let me know works whose lines are clear, but let dark lore waste away the devotees of Supercallimachuses. 

Tell me whence comes it that thou measurest the Universe and the limits of the Earth, thou who bearest a little body made of a little earth? Count thyself first and know thyself, and then shalt thou count this infinite Earth. And if thou canst not reckon thy body's little store of clay, how canst thou know the measures of the immeasurable?

You have a face just like an ostrich. Did Circe give you a potion to drink and change your nature into that of a bird?

I sneezed near a tomb and wished to hear of what I hoped, the death of my wife. I sneezed to the winds, but my wife meets with none of the misfortunes of mankind, neither illness nor death.

– from Book XI (Convivial and Satirical Epigrams) of the Greek Anthology, translated and edited by W.R. Paton (1917)