Sunday, December 12, 2021

Sixteenth-Century German Paintings (Secular and Sacred)

Albrecht Altdorfer
Satyr Family in a Landscape
1507
oil on panel
Gemäldegalerie, Berlin

Albrecht Altdorfer
Martyrdom of St Florian
ca. 1516-20
oil on panel
Galleria degli Uffizi, Florence

Albrecht Altdorfer
Rest on the Flight into Egypt
ca. 1510
oil on panel
Gemäldegalerie, Berlin

Albrecht Altdorfer
Rest on the Flight into Egypt (detail)
ca. 1510
oil on panel
Gemäldegalerie, Berlin

Anonymous German Artist
Portrait of a Man in Armour
ca. 1540-60
oil on panel
Cincinnati Art Museum, Ohio

Anonymous German Artist
Portrait of a Man
ca. 1530-40
oil on panel
National Gallery, London

Hans Baldung
Pietà with the Holy Trinity
1512
oil on panel
National Gallery, London

attributed to Hans Baldung
The Lamentation
before 1545
oil on panel
Galleria Giorgio Franchetti alla Ca' d'Oro, Venice

Hans Baldung
Portrait of a Man
1514
oil on panel
National Gallery, London

Hans Baldung
Portrait of Ludwig, Graf zu Löwenstein
1513
oil on panel
Gemäldegalerie, Berlin

Daniel Hopfer
Penitent St Jerome
1533
oil on panel
Galleria Giorgio Franchetti alla Ca' d'Oro, Venice

Hans Holbein
Portrait of a Nobleman with a Falcon
1542
oil on panel
Mauritshuis, The Hague

Hans Holbein
Portrait of a Lady
(possibly Elizabeth Seymour,
wife of Gregory Cromwell)
ca. 1535-40
oil on canvas
Toledo Museum of Art, Ohio

Hans Holbein
Portrait of Henry VIII
1540
oil on panel
Palazzo Barberini, Rome

Master of the Twelve Apostles
Jacob and Rachel at the Well
ca. 1520-50
oil on canvas
Palazzo dei Diamanti, Ferrara

Two German Women Sell a Guitar

All chance, all folly helped it to survive,
Guitar, the hollow fruit-shaped instrument,
With the great city gaping like a tent,
And rattled by the wind like a papery hive.
A rare guitar outlasts both courage and zeal,
Destruction's clumsy and repeated flails.
While children perish and the transport fails
Guitars are still negotiable and real.

What's destitution but this final prize,
And patience nothing but this unstrung husk
Borne by two women through the early dusk
Toward the fantastic market, whose supplies
Are just such toys, such anguish and such fast,
Such numbly-driven barter of the past.

– Clara Brussel (1947)