Monday, December 12, 2022

Paintings on View in Genoa

Gerard David
Virgin and Child with Bowl of Gruel
ca. 1510-15
oil on panel
Palazzo Rosso, Genoa

attributed to Domenico Alfani
Portrait of an Old Gentleman,
possibly Andrea Doria

ca. 1550
oil on panel
Palazzo Bianco, Genoa

Carlo Caliari
The Annunciation
before 1596
oil on canvas
Palazzo Rosso, Genoa

Luca Saltarello
Christ in the Tomb (detail)
ca. 1620
oil on canvas
Accademia Ligustica di Belle Arti, Genoa

Francisco de Zurbarán
St Ursula
ca. 1635-40
oil on canvas
Palazzo Bianco, Genoa

Antonio Travi (il Sordo di Sestri)
Adoration of the Shepherds
before 1668
oil on canvas
Palazzo Bianco, Genoa

Giovanni Andrea de Ferrari
Saint resurrecting a Fallen Mason (detail)
before 1669
oil on canvas
Accademia Ligustica di Belle Arti, Genoa

Giovanni Bernardo Carboni
Virgin with sleeping Christ Child and Angels
ca. 1670
oil on canvas
Palazzo Rosso, Genoa

Angelo Banchero
Self Portrait
1768
oil on canvas
Accademia Ligustica di Belle Arti, Genoa

Giuseppe Dellepiane
Scene near Genoa
ca. 1880
oil on canvas
Galleria d'Arte Moderna, Genoa

Tullio Salvatore Quinzio
Self Portrait
ca. 1900-1910
oil on canvas
Galleria d'Arte Moderna, Genoa

Pietro Fragiacomo
Piazza San Marco, Venice
1909
oil on canvas
Museo Frugone, Genoa

Ettore Tito
Pagine d'Amore (detail)
1909
oil on canvas
Museo Frugone, Genoa

Giuseppe Cominetti
The Miraculous Draught of Fishes
1922
oil on canvas
Accademia Ligustica di Belle Arti, Genoa

Abram Arkhipov
Landscape
before 1924
oil on canvas
Galleria d'Arte Moderna, Genoa

Futility in Key West

I was stretched out on the couch, about to doze off, when I imagined a small figure asleep on a couch identical to mine. "Wake up, little man, wake up," I cried. "The one you're waiting for is rising from the sea, wrapped in spume, and soon will come ashore. Beneath her feet the melancholy garden will turn bright green and the breezes will be light as babies' breath. Wake up, before this creature of the deep is gone and everything goes blank as sleep." How hard I try to wake the little man, how hard he sleeps. And the one who rose from the sea, her moment gone, how hard she has become – how hard those burning eyes, that burning hair.

– Mark Strand (2011)