Anonymous French Artist Interior with Lady Painting ca. 1840-60 oil on canvas Bowes Museum, Barnard Castle, County Durham |
Lucien Pissarro Studio Interior 1887 oil on canvas Indianapolis Museum of Art |
Thomas Couture Peinture Réaliste 1865 oil on canvas National Gallery of Ireland, Dublin |
Raoul Dufy The Painter's Studio ca. 1925 oil on canvas Fitzwilliam Museum, Cambridge |
Henri Fantin-Latour Manet in his Studio 1870 oil on canvas Phillips Collection, Washington DC |
Louis-Léopold Boilly The Artist's Wife in his Studio ca. 1795-99 oil on canvas Clark Art Institute, Williamstown, Massachusetts |
Frédéric Bazille The Artist's Studio 1870 oil on canvas Musée d'Orsay, Paris |
Léon-Mathieu Cochereau Studio of Jacques-Louis David 1814 oil on canvas Los Angeles County Museum of Art |
Gustave Courbet The Artist's Studio 1854-55 oil on canvas Musée d'Orsay, Paris |
Joseph-Eugène Lacroix A Studio in the Villa Medici, Rome 1835 watercolor Cooper Hewitt, Smithsonian Design Museum |
Étienne Jeaurat Interior of an Artist's Studio 1755 oil on canvas Ferens Art Gallery, Kingston upon Hull |
Henri Matisse Studio Interior ca. 1903-04 oil on canvas Tate Gallery |
Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec In the Studio (Posing the Model) 1885 oil on canvas Palais des Beaux-Arts de Lille |
Édouard Vuillard Nude in the Studio before 1939 pastel Fitzwilliam Museum, Cambridge |
François-André Vincent Zeuxis choosing Models for the Image of Helen from among the Girls of Croton ca. 1786-96 oil on canvas Cantor Arts Center, Stanford University |
At the Grave of Father Hopkins
Outlandish accent in ancestral earth!
The clouds drift and turn
through your sightless skies.
You are here, reluctant guest
at the wedding feast of Dublin's dead.
In this hated here, you shed
your unloved body to be married
in the earth with the humble
whose words you plundered
for the still storms of your poems.
Underground, who knows,
they seeped out of your crumbling ears
to rhyme with memories of
Christmas trees on O'Connell Street
and the hidden starlings' tinsel blaze.
Often I bore them, your poems,
past your unsprung presence
but they never called to you
nor you to them. No wonder:
you had gone one remove further
to achieve your final inversion.
– Michael O'Loughlin (1995)