Tuesday, December 8, 2020

Neoclassical & Romantic Painting

Jacques-Louis David
Alexander the Great observing Apelles painting Campaspe
ca. 1813-23
oil on canvas
Palais des Beaux-Arts de Lille

Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres
Augustus listening to Virgil reading the Aeneid 
(with his sister Octavia the Younger and wife Livia)
ca. 1814
oil on canvas
Musées Royaux des Beaux-Arts, Brussels

Pierre-Paul Prud'hon
Abduction of Psyche
ca. 1808-1814
oil on canvas
Musée du Louvre

Joseph-Désiré Court
Achilles at the Funeral Games in Honor of Patroclus during the Trojan War
1820
oil on canvas
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Rouen

Alexandre-Charles Guillemot
Mars and Venus surprised by Vulcan
1827
oil on canvas
Indianapolis Museum of Art

Pierre Bouillon
The Child of Fortune
before 1831
oil on canvas
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Rouen

from The Guardian Angel of the Private Life

All this was written on the next day's list.
On which the busyness unfurled its cursive roots,
pale but effective,
and the long stern of the necessary, the sum of events,
built-up its tiniest cathedral ...
(Or is it the sum of what takes place?)
If I lean down, to whisper, to them,
down into their gravitational field, there where they head busily on
into the woods, laying the gifts out one by one, onto the path,
hoping to be on the air,
hoping to please the children –
(and some gifts overwrapped and some not wrapped at all) – if
I stir the wintered ground-leaves
up from the paths, nimbly, into a sheet of sun,
into an escape-route width of sun, mildly gelatinous where wet, though mostly crisp,
fluffing them up a bit, and up, as if to choke the singularity of sun
with this jubilation of manyness, all through and round these passers-by –
just leaves, nothing that can vaporize a thought,
no, a burning-bush's worth of spidery, up-ratcheting, tender-cling leaves,
oh if – the list gripped hard by the left hand of one,
the busyness buried so deep into the puffed-up greenish mind of one,
the hurried mind hovering over its rankings,
the heart – there at the core of the drafting leaves – wet and warm at the zero of
the bright mock-stairwaying-up of the posthumous leaves – the heart,
formulating its alleyways of discovery,
fussing about the integrity of the whole,
the heart trying to make time and place seem small,
sliding its slim tears into the deep wallet of each new event on the list
then checking it off – oh the satisfaction – each check a small kiss,
an echo of the previous one, off off it goes the dry high-ceilinged obligation,
checked-off by the fingertips, by the small gust called done that swipes
the unfinishable's gold hem aside, revealing
what might have been, peeling away what should ...
There are flowerpots at their feet.
There is fortune-telling in the air they breathe.
It filters in with its flashlight-beam, its holy-water-tinted air,
down into the open eyes, the lampblack open mouth.

– Jorie Graham (1997)

Constantin-Jean-Marie Prévost
Sailor receiving a Tattoo
ca. 1832
oil on canvas
Musée des Augustins de Toulouse

François-Vincent Latil
Shipwrecked
1841
oil on canvas
Musée des Augustins de Toulouse

Ary Scheffer
The Shades of Paolo and Francesca observed by Dante and Virgil
1855
oil on canvas
Musée du Louvre

Théodule Ribot
St Vincent
ca. 1860
oil on canvas
Palais des Beaux-Arts de Lille

Paul Baudry
The Wave and the Pearl
1862
oil on canvas
Museo del Prado, Madrid

Amaury-Duval
Birth of Venus
1863
oil on canvas
Palais des Beaux-Arts de Lille

Émile Salomé
The Prodigal Son
1863
oil on canvas
Palais des Beaux-Arts de Lille

Carolus-Duran
Hebe
1874
oil on canvas
Palais des Beaux-Arts de Lille

Alexandre-Jacques Chantron
Danaë
1891
oil on canvas
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Rennes

Xavier Mellery
L'Églantier (Dog Rose)
ca. 1895
oil on panel
Musées Royaux des Beaux-Arts, Brussels