Thursday, February 26, 2026

Lost in Thought

Wilhelm Altheim
Woman at a Table in a Garden
ca. 1905
drawing
Städel Museum, Frankfurt

Andrea Appiani the Elder
Head of Jupiter
1792
drawing (study for ceiling painting)
Museo Poldi Pezzoli, Milan

Ivar Arosenius
Study of Woman with Fur Collar
1898
drawing
Göteborgs Konstmuseum, Sweden

Armand Cambon
Too Late, or, The Letter
ca. 1860
oil on canvas
Musée Ingres Bourdelle, Montauban

Eugène Carrière
Meditation
1893
lithograph
Kupferstichkabinett,
Staatliche Museen zu Berlin

André Derain
Head of a Woman
1923
oil on canvas
Göteborgs Konstmuseum, Sweden

Gisèle Freund
Virginia Woolf
1938
dye transfer print
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Orazio Gentileschi
David with the Head of Goliath
ca. 1610
oil on canvas
Galleria Nazionale delle Marche, Urbino

Louis Janmot
Poem of the Soul
1854
oil on canvas
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Lyon

Gerard de Jode
Sappho
ca. 1550
engraving
Herzog August Bibliothek, Wulfenbüttel

Lucien-Étienne Mélingue
Marat
1879
oil on canvas
Musée de la Révolution Française, Vizille

Albert Müller
Portrait of Anna
1924
woodcut
Graphische Sammlung, ETH Zürich

Victor Müller
Head Study
before 1871
drawing
Städel Museum, Frankfurt

Pontormo (Jacopo Carrucci)
St John the Baptist
ca. 1515
oil on panel
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Dijon

Georg Siebert
Erdarbeiter
1931
oil on canvas
Galerie Neue Meister (Albertinum), Dresden

Anthony van Dyck
The Apostle Simon
ca. 1618-20
oil on panel
Gemäldegalerie Alte Meister, Dresden

The earth is newly dug and on the faces of the tombstone wave the half-withered garlands of leaves. Let us decipher the letters, wayfarer, and learn whose smooth bones the stone says it covers. "Stranger, I am Aretemias, my country Cnidus. I was the wife of Euphro and I did not escape travail, but bringing forth twins, I left one child to guide my husband's steps in his old age, and I took the other with me to remind me of him." 

O unhappy Anticles, and I most unhappy who have laid on the pyre my only son in the bloom of his youth! At eighteen didst thou perish, my child, and I weep and bewail my old age bereft of thee. Would I could go to the shadowy house of Hades! Nor dawn nor the rays of the swift sun are sweet to me. Unhappy Anticles, gone to thy doom, be thou healer of my mourning by taking me away from life to thee.

This is the lament of thy mother, Artemidorus, uttered over thy tomb, bewailing thy death at twelve years of age. "All the fruit of my travail hath perished in fire and ashes, it hath perished all thy miserable father's toil for thee, and it hath perished all the winsome delight of thee; for thou art gone to the land of the departed, from which there is no turning back or homecoming. Nor didst thou reach thy prime, my child, and in thy stead naught is left us but thy gravestone and dumb dust."

At eighteen, Charixenus, did thy mother dress thee in thy chlamys to offer thee, a woeful gift, to Hades. Even the very stones groaned aloud, when the young men thy mates bore thy corpse with wailing from the house. No wedding hymn, but a song of mourning did thy parents chant. Alack for the breasts that suckled thee, cheated of their guerdon, slack for the travail endured in vain! O Fate, thou evil maiden, barren thou art and hast spat to the winds a mother's love for her child. What remains but for thy companions to regret thee, for thy parents to mourn thee, and for those to whom thou wast unknown to pity when they are told of thee. 

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