Gentile Bellini Miracle of the Relic of the True Cross at Ponte di San Lorenzo 1500 oil on canvas Gallerie dell'Accademia, Venice |
Benedetto Rusconi (il Diana) Virgin and Child enthroned with St Jerome, St Benedict, Mary Magdalen and St Justina of Padua ca. 1515 oil on panel Gallerie dell'Accademia, Venice |
Giovanni Mansueti St Mark healing Ananias 1516 oil on canvas Gallerie dell'Accademia, Venice |
Marco Palmezzano St John the Baptist in the Wilderness before 1539 oil on panel Pinacoteca Egidio Martini, Ca' Rezzonico, Venice |
Giovanni Contarini The Deposition ca. 1575-1600 oil on canvas Palazzo Grimani, Venice |
Domenico Fetti and workshop The Good Samaritan ca. 1620 oil on canvas Gallerie dell'Accademia, Venice |
Giovanni Battista Langetti Death of Cato before 1676 oil on canvas Pinacoteca Egidio Martini, Ca' Rezzonico, Venice |
Giulio Carpioni Bacchanal before 1678 oil on canvas Pinacoteca Egidio Martini, Ca' Rezzonico, Venice |
Pietro della Vecchia Soldiers playing Dice before 1678 oil on canvas Pinacoteca Egidio Martini, Ca' Rezzonico, Venice |
Antonio Zanchi Miracle of the Well 1679 oil on canvas Scuola Grande dei Carmini, Venice |
Nicola Grassi Communion of St Bonaventure before 1748 oil on canvas Chiesa di San Francesco della Vigna, Venice |
Pietro Longhi Two Young Patricians Horseback-Riding ca. 1755-60 oil on canvas Museo del Settecento Veneziano, Ca' Rezzonico, Venice |
Gaspare Diziani Putto sounding a Call to Arms before 1767 oil on canvas Museo del Settecento Veneziano, Ca' Rezzonico, Venice |
Vincenzo Giacomelli Diomedes stealing the Palladium 1839 oil on canvas Gallerie dell'Accademia, Venice |
Giorgio de Chirico The Red Tower 1913 oil on canvas Peggy Guggenheim Collection, Venice |
Francis Bacon Study for a Chimpanzee 1957 oil and pastel on canvas Peggy Guggenheim Collection, Venice |
from Macbeth in Venice
11. Macbeth's Daughter Drowning
I'm most unchanging when I disappear.
A broken mirror is the soul's veneer
against the tidal groaning of the sea.
How could a daughter hope to interfere?
I'm most appealing when I disappear,
though most have paid a death to silence me.
The plays are full of daughters – Hamlet, Lear,
but broken mirrors are the soul'd veneer
plunged deep into the blown glass of the sea.
I took this dagger as a souvenir.
I'm most persuasive when I disappear,
yet when I speak, there are no words for me.
The mute voice is the loveliest, I hear.
A broken mirror is the soul's veneer,
a city built upon the mirrored sea.
I wander through its drowning atmosphere.
I'm most impressive when I disappear,
though broken mirrors brought no luck to me.
A broken mirror is the soul's veneer.
– William Logan (1999)