Friday, November 1, 2024

Emphatic Linear Perspective - III

Abraham Bosse
Banquet of the Chevaliers de l'Ordre du Saint-Esprit
ca. 1633-34
etching
High Museum of Art, Atlanta

Dirck van Delen
Palace Court
1627
oil on panel
Rhode Island School of Design, Providence

Melchior Lorck
Interior Courtyard
1555
drawing
British Museum

Lancelot-Théodore Turpin de Crissé
Arch of Constantine viewed from the Colosseum
ca. 1820
oil on paper, mounted on canvas
Morgan Library, New York

Anonymous French Artist
Study for Sculpture Installation
ca. 1950
drawing
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Bordeaux

Giovanni Contini
Ruinous Interior of Teatro Farnese, Palazzo della Pilotta, Parma
ca. 1860-65
oil on canvas
Galleria Nazionale di Parma

Anonymous Italian Artist
Plasterers decorating a Ceiling
18th century
drawing
Statens Museum for Kunst, Copenhagen

Constant Bourgeois
The Great Gallery in the Louvre
1791
drawing
Städel Museum, Frankfurt

Jean-Charles-Nicaise Perrin
Portia and Brutus
1785
drawing
(study for painting)
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Valenciennes

Pietro Melchiorre Ferrari
Christ healing the Paralytic
1761
oil on canvas
Galleria Nazionale di Parma

Hubert Robert
Capriccio with Ruins
ca. 1750-60
oil on canvas
Galleria Nazionale di Parma

Pieter Jansz Saenredam
Interior of the Grote Kerk, Haarlem
1660
oil on panel
Museum of Fine Arts, Boston

Francesco Guardi
Palace Courtyard with Staircase
ca. 1780
oil on canvas
Galleria Sabauda, Turin

Piero di Cosimo
Palace under Construction
ca. 1485-90
oil on panel
John and Mable Ringling Museum of Art, Sarasota

Giuseppe Badiali
Funerary Crypt
ca. 1840
drawing
Morgan Library, New York

Paris Bordone
The Annunciation
ca. 1550
oil on canvas
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Caen

I call to the eye of the mind
A well long choked up and dry
And boughs long stripped by the wind,
And I call to the mind's eye
Pallor of an ivory face,
Its lofty dissolute air,
A man climbing up to a place
The salt sea wind has swept bare.

What were his life soon done!
Would he lose by that or win?
A mother that saw her son
Doubled over a speckled shin,
Cross-grained with ninety years,
Would cry, 'How little worth
Were all my hopes and fears
And the hard pain of his birth!'

– W.B. Yeats (1917)