Saturday, September 18, 2021

Willem van Aelst (Picturing Perishability)

Willem van Aelst
Hunting Still Life
1668
oil on canvas
Staatliche Kunsthalle, Karlsruhe

Willem van Aelst
Hunting Still Life
1660
oil on canvas
Gemäldegalerie, Berlin

Willem van Aelst
Hunting Still Life
1664
oil on canvas
Nationalmuseum, Stockholm

Willem van Aelst
Still Life with Fowl and Game
1661
oil on canvas
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Willem van Aelst
Still Life with Fowl
1658
oil on canvas
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam


Willem van Aelst
Vanitas Flower Still Life, with Watch
1656
oil on canvas
North Carolina Museum of Art, Raleigh

Willem van Aelst
Vanitas Flower Still Life, with Watch
1663
oil on canvas
Mauritshuis, The Hague

Willem van Aelst
Vanitas Flower Still Life, with Watch (detail)
1663
oil on canvas
Mauritshuis, The Hague

Willem van Aelst
Still Life with Peaches and Grapes
ca. 1660-70
oil on canvas
Nationalmuseum, Stockholm

Willem van Aelst
Still Life with Fruit
1652
oil on canvas
Palazzo Pitti, Florence

Willem van Aelst
Flower Still Life
1675
oil on canvas
Fitzwilliam Museum, Cambridge

Willem van Aelst
Flower Still Life
1663
oil on canvas
Ashmolean Museum, Oxford

Willem van Aelst
Flower Still Life
ca. 1663
oil on canvas
Cincinnati Art Museum, Ohio
 
Willem van Aelst
Hunting Still Life (detail)
ca. 1665
oil on canvas
private collection

Willem van Aelst
Hunting Still Life
ca. 1665
oil on canvas
private collection

Birds

It is because of the birds, beaked dinosaurs
flying around in my century, raucous and dirty

or obsequious, their falsely sweet trill-language
a trick to make me think that I could understand them –

it is because they could balance no-hands on air, go
places that I could not, unexpected as locusts

and as many, scavengers, indestructible,
a world presence preceding me everywhere –

and because I was schooled in genealogies, knowing how low,
like the reptiles, they had branched on the family tree –

and that, like spring, they came after winter,
with their bald beaks and swoop and fluttering –

and all of this before Hitchcock, whose film
confirmed what I as a girl already knew,

that I was right to hate them:
it is because of this that I understand prejudice.

– Kinereth Gensler (1983)