Thursday, November 25, 2021

Sacred Figures by Seventeenth-Century Flemish Painters

Hendrik van Balen and Jan Brueghel the Elder
Penitent Magdalen
ca. 1610
oil on panel
Musées Royaux des Beaux-Arts, Brussels

Louis Finson
Mary Magdalen in Ecstasy
1612
oil on canvas
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Marseille

Melchior de La Mars
Mary Magdalen in Ecstasy
ca. 1622-23
oil on canvas
Musées Royaux des Beaux-Arts, Brussels

Johannes Wyckeasbert
St Sebastian tended by St Irene
1655
oil on canvas
Palazzo Pretorio, Prato

Anthony van Dyck
Martyrdom of St Sebastian
ca. 1621-27
oil on canvas
Monasterio El Escorial

Anthony van Dyck
St Sebastian tended by an Angel
ca. 1625
oil on canvas
Galleria Sabauda, Turin

Anthony van Dyck
St Jerome
ca. 1618-20
oil on canvas
Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen, Rotterdam

Anthony van Dyck
Virgin and Child with St Catherine of Alexandria
ca. 1630
oil on canvas
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

Anthony van Dyck
Holy Family with St Elisabeth and St John the Baptist
ca. 1620-25
oil on canvas
(modified by another hand in the 18th century)
Galleria Sabauda, Turin

Anthony van Dyck
Christ carrying the Cross
ca. 1625
oil on canvas
Palazzo Rosso, Genoa

Anthony van Dyck
The Crucifixion
ca. 1630
oil on canvas
Musées Royaux des Beaux-Arts, Brussels

Hendrick de Somer (Enrico Fiammingo)
St Jerome
1651
oil on canvas
Speed Art Museum, Louisville, Kentucky

Hendrick de Somer (Enrico Fiammingo)
Young St John the Baptist
before 1656
oil on canvas
private collection

Hendrick de Somer (Enrico Fiammingo)
Moses
before 1656
oil on canvas
private collection

Otto van Veen
Assumption of the Virgin
before 1629
oil on panel
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Châlons

The Elements

You must do battle with Eros      I am
more worried about space, pressed for details
collapsed in chaos with my sword holding up the sky the
girl said. They cared not for love lying ever that they loved
But I your leader wounded in gender and bleeding
for Eros fought it away from my true beginning as now.

Always climbing that hill in several ways.
One goes past the Baptist Church and through the ugly
trees, houses I only visualize in dreams
you have no right to pursue me to my origins man
as bipolar as the one candidate, forgettable
as the other. We once lived in a postwar barracks blue
heated by a black stove of assumptions
Eros a youth admits no equal; Aphrodite the slut;
Chaos is whom I admire that keeps forgetting
love in favor of this terrible mixity I am
for example ... these poems. Out of the pre-beginning

a different beauty. They want you to confess
something like in church, that a man will
save you. But I am your leader savior and poet
I am your general out of the desert thee
most ardent void precursor of love
Eros approaches again not the man but quality
sculpted genitals arush with the words
of unreason: I will never die. Which I is I
if I can remain chaotic I'll tell you who you are

that you've never anticipated, but know
the only one. Without a thing. To be is not
to have; nor to belong; nor to have been born.
You are not the child of earth. Beauty still thy name.

– Alice Notley (2015)

Erasmus Quellinus the Younger
Vision of St Francis Xavier
1656
oil on canvas
Indianapolis Museum of Art