Thursday, July 25, 2024

Conspicuous Headwear

Bartolomeo Veneto
Portrait of a Young Woman as Flora
ca. 1520
oil and tempera on panel
Städel Museum, Frankfurt

Alessandro Algardi
Portrait of Olimpia Maidalchini Pamphilj
ca. 1650
marble
Palazzo Doria Pamphilj, Rome

Rembrandt
Study Head of a Soldier
ca. 1635-40
oil on panel
Mauritshuis, The Hague

Frans Hals
Young Man with Large Hat
ca. 1626-29
oil on panel
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Jean Delamonce
Portrait of Princess Henriette Adelaide of Savoy
ca. 1674
oil on canvas
Alte Pinakothek, Munich

Tilly Kettle
Portrait of Anne Howard Vyse
1780
oil on canvas
Auckland Art Gallery

Giandomenico Tiepolo after Giambattista Tiepolo
Head of a Turk
ca. 1771-74
etching
Yale University Art Gallery

Joseph Roques
Portrait of Marie-Thérèse Charlotte,
duchesse d'Angoulême

1823
oil on canvas
Musée des Augustins de Toulouse

Donat Nonotte
Portrait of a Lady
ca. 1775
oil on canvas
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Lyon

Jean-Baptiste Isabey
Study of a Model
ca. 1787
drawing
Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna

Henry Fuseli
Study of Sophia Fuseli (asleep)
ca. 1795
drawing, with watercolor
Auckland Art Gallery

Raimundo de Madrazo y Garreta
Woman in White
ca. 1880
oil on canvas
Clark Art Institute, Williamstown, Massachusetts

Walt Kuhn
Plumes
1931
oil on canvas
Phillips Collection, Washington DC

Josef Čapek
The Bride II
1918-19
hand-colored linocut
Národní Galerie, Prague

Joe Sinness
Chris
2017
drawing (colored pencils on paper)
Minneapolis Institute of Art

Keast Burke
Offering
ca. 1940
gelatin silver print
Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney

Sonnet XXV

As in the midst of battle there is room
For thoughts of love, and in foul sin for mirth;
As gossips whisper of a trinket's worth
Spied by the death-bed's flickering candle-gloom;
As in the crevices of Caesar's tomb
The sweet herbs flourish on a little earth:
So in this great disaster of our birth
We can be happy, and forget our doom.
For morning, with a ray of tenderest joy
Gilding the iron heaven, hides the truth,
And evening gently woos us to employ
Our grief in idle catches. Such is youth;
Till from that summer's trance we wake, to find
Despair before us, vanity behind.

– George Santayana (1863-1952)