Wednesday, November 24, 2021

Sacred Figures by Sixteenth-Century Flemish Painters

Hans Bol
Landscape with St John on Patmos
1564
oil on panel
Mauritshuis, The Hague

Hans Bol
Landscape with St John on Patmos (detail)
1564
oil on panel
Mauritshuis, The Hague

Denis Calvaert 
Mystic Marriage of St Catherine
ca. 1590-95
oil on copper
National Trust, Stourhead, Wiltshire

Denis Calvaert
Mystic Marriage of St Catherine
ca. 1590
oil on canvas
Nationalmuseum, Stockholm

Pieter Coecke van Aelst
The Lamentation
before 1550
oil on panels
(altarpiece)
Museo de Bellas Artes de Bilbao

Albert Cornelis
Penitent Magdalen in a Landscape
ca. 1520
oil on panel
National Gallery, London

Willem Key
St Jerome
ca. 1550-68
oil on panel
National Gallery of Ireland, Dublin

Bernard van Orley
The Deposition (detail)
ca. 1520
oil on panel
(central panel of the Haneton Triptych)
Musées Royaux des Beaux-Arts, Brussels

Jan Provoost
St Elizabeth of Hungary (detail)
before 1529
oil on panel
(altarpiece fragment)
Palazzo Bianco, Genoa

Jan Provoost
St Peter (detail)
before 1529
oil on panel
(altarpiece fragment)
Palazzo Bianco, Genoa

workshop of Jan Provoost
St Andrew in a Landscape
ca. 1515-20
oil on panel
Bonnefantenmuseum, Maastricht

Pieter de Witte (Pietro Candido)
King David and St Cecilia
making Music for God in Heaven

ca. 1575-80
oil on canvas
Bonnefantenmuseum, Maastricht

Pieter de Witte (Pietro Candido)
The Annunciation
ca. 1590
oil on copper
Sinebrychoff Art Museum, Helsinki

Pieter Coecke van Aelst
Conversion of St Paul (detail)
ca. 1540-45
oil on panel
(outer panel of triptych)
Museu Nacional de Arte Antiga, Lisbon

Pieter Coecke van Aelst
Conversion of St Paul (detail)
ca. 1540-45
oil on panel
(outer panel of triptych)
Museu Nacional de Arte Antiga, Lisbon

The Conversion of Saint Paul

In 1956 I was the shepherd boy
with nothing to offer the infant Jesus.

Kissed goodbye, I left the walk-up
in a white, ankle-length, terrycloth robe,

flailing my grandfather's wooden cane
wrapped from crook to tip in foil.

Secretaries stared from passing buses
at this Biblical apparition

leading his invisible sheep to school,
O little, wild-eyed prophet of Brooklyn!

Older, I portrayed the leper
gifted with half of St. Martin's cloak

and, with paper arrows & red play-dough,
evoked the passion of St. Sebastian.

Then I had to fake a terrible fall
to honor the conversion of St. Paul –

when I changed into costume
in the boys' musty coatroom,

Sister Euphrasia knelt to hike
the elastic waistband of my briefs

to better arrange my torn-sheet toga.
In second grade, this ageless ogre

had pasted Easter seals on my skull
and locked me in a cobwebbed cubicle,

pretending to air-mail me to China
where I'd never again see my mother!

Funny enough today, I guess,
but then I pleaded for forgiveness.

Now her sour breath flushed my face
when – classmates clamoring their impatience –

she whispered Jesus
would be judging my performance,

then thrust me from her failing sight
to be apprehended by all that light.

– Michael Waters (1986)