Saturday, September 14, 2024

Fate of Couples

Francesco Albani
Galatea
ca. 1632
oil on canvas
Gemäldegalerie Alte Meister, Dresden

Sebastian Stoskopff
Trompe l'oeil Print with Triumph of Galatea
1651
oil on canvas
Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna

Anonymous Italian Artist
Acis and Galatea fleeing Polyphemus
17th century
drawing
Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna

Antoine-Jean Gros
Acis and Galatea
1833
oil on canvas
Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia

Bartholomeus Spranger
Venus and Mars, with Mercury spying
ca. 1586-87
oil on canvas
Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna

Paolo Veronese
Mars and Venus
ca. 1575-80
oil on canvas
Galleria Sabauda, Turin

Hans Rottenhammer
Mars and Venus
1604
oil on copper
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Hans Rottenhammer
Mars and Venus
1605
oil on copper
Deutsche Barockgalerie, Augsburg

Johann Heiss
Mars and Venus
ca. 1675-80
oil on canvas
Deutsche Barockgalerie, Augsburg

Nicolò dell' Abate
Cupid and Psyche
ca. 1550-70
oil on canvas
Detroit Institute of Arts

Jacopo Bertoia
Cupid and Psyche
ca. 1566-68
oil on plaster, transferred to canvas
Galleria Nazionale di Parma

Joseph Heintz the Elder
Cupid and Psyche
ca. 1605-1606
oil on copper
Deutsche Barockgalerie, Augsburg

Jacopo Zucchi
Cupid and Psyche
1589
oil on canvas
Galleria Borghese, Rome

Matthäus Gundelach
Cupid and Psyche
1613
oil on copper
Deutsche Barockgalerie, Augsburg

Ernest-Eugène Hiolle
Narcissus
1868
plaster
Palais des Beaux-Arts de Lille

Guy Head
Echo flying from Narcissus
ca. 1795-98
oil on canvas
Detroit Institute of Arts

Cuchulain Comforted

A man that had six mortal wounds, a man
Violent and famous, strode among the dead;
Eyes stared out of the branches and were gone.

Then certain Shrouds that muttered head to head
Came and were gone. He leant upon a tree
As though to meditate on wounds and blood.

A Shroud that seemed to have authority
Among those bird-like things came, and let fall
A bundle of linen. Shrouds by two and three

Came creeping up because the man was still.
And thereupon that linen-carrier said
'Your life can grow much sweeter if you will

'Obey our ancient rule and make a shroud;
Mainly because of what we only know
The rattle of those arms makes us afraid.

'We thread the needles' eyes and all we do
All must together do.' That done, the man
Took up the nearest and began to sew.

'Now we shall sing and sing the best we can
But first you must be told our character:
Convicted cowards all by kindred slain

'Or driven from home and left to die in fear.'
They sang, but had nor human notes nor words,
Though all was done in common as before,

They had changed their throats and had the throats of birds.

– W.B. Yeats (1939)