William Rothenstein Flower, Fruit and Thorn Piece (the Artist's Wife) ca. 1910 oil on canvas Manchester Art Gallery, Lancashire |
Dante Gabriel Rossetti The Daydream 1880 oil on canvas Victoria & Albert Museum, London |
Ethel Gabain The Green Dress ca. 1947 oil on canvas Bushey Museum and Art Gallery, Hertfordshire |
Carlo Dolci Archduchess Claudia Felicitas of Austria 1672 oil on canvas Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna |
Alexander Davis Cooper An Interior with Figures 1867 oil on canvas Atkinson Art Gallery, Southport, Merseyside |
Alexandre Dubois-Drahonet Portrait of Monsieur Gest 1819 oil on canvas Los Angeles County Museum of Art |
John Singleton Copley Portrait of Ebenezer Storer 1767-69 pastel Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York |
Mirabello Cavalori Portrait of a Youth ca. 1560-70 oil on panel Museo Bardini, Florence |
Duncan Grant Portrait of Vanessa Bell ca. 1959 oil on canvas Royal West of England Academy, Bristol |
Jan Gossaert Adoration of the Magi (detail of hovering angels) ca. 1510-15 oil on panel National Gallery, London |
Childe Hassam April (The Green Gown) 1920 oil on canvas Gibbes Museum of Art, Charleston, South Carolina |
Robert Henri Portait of Gertrude Vanderbilt Whitney 1916 oil on canvas Whitney Museum of American Art, New York |
John White Alexander Study in Black and Green ca. 1906 oil on canvas Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York |
Domenico Beccafumi Tanaquil of Rome ca. 1519 oil on panel National Gallery, London |
Edmund Dulac Portrait of Elizabeth Allhusen 1922 oil on canvas, mounted on panel Ferens Art Gallery, Kingston upon Hull |
Green
The dawn was apple-green,
The sky was green wine held up in the sun,
The moon was a golden petal between.
She opened her eyes, and green
They shone, clear like flowers undone,
For the first time, now for the first time seen.
– D.H. Lawrence (1914)
from Green Sloughage
Green sloughage creeps through the belly, with sleek poison
taints the words bubbling from the lair of sighs.
We need the brain's compassion, for no poison
of bodies can find what died between our eyes.
– C.F. MacIntyre (1941)