Sunday, November 24, 2024

Inviting Self Portraits

Franz Anton Palko
Self Portrait
1748
oil on canvas
Museum of Fine Arts, Budapest

Maria Schalcken
Self Portrait
ca. 1680
oil on panel
Museum of Fine Arts, Boston

Gottfried Eichler the Younger
Self Portrait with his wife, Sabina Margarethe
ca. 1750
oil on canvas
Deutsche Barockgalerie, Augsburg

Pierre Gaudreau
Self Portrait with his Wife
1727
oil on canvas
Deutsche Barockgalerie, Augsburg

Franz Xaver Winterhalter
Self Portrait with his Brother
1840
oil on canvas
Staatliche Kunsthalle, Karlsruhe

Hyacinthe Rigaud
Portrait of engraver Pierre Drevet
(with self portrait in background)
ca. 1700
oil on canvas
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Lyon

Frans van Mieris the Elder
Man with a Pipe (Self Portrait)
1658
oil on panel
Brukenthal National Museum, Sibiu, Romania

Jean-Étienne Liotard
Self Portrait
ca. 1737
pastel on blue paper
Musée d'Art et d'Histoire de Genève

Karel Slabbaert
Self Portrait with Skull
ca. 1645
oil on canvas
Städel Museum, Frankfurt

Anna Dorothea Lisiewska-Therbusch
Self Portrait
ca. 1745
oil on canvas
Statens Museum for Kunst, Copenhagen

Lorenzo Lotto
Self Portrait
ca. 1530-35
oil on canvas
Palazzo Doria Pamphilj, Rome

Adám Mányoki
Self Portrait
ca. 1711
oil on canvas
Museum of Fine Arts, Budapest

Warner Horstink
Self Portrait with Family
1796
watercolor on paper
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Gottfried Eichler the Elder
Self Portrait
ca. 1749-50
oil on canvas
Deutsche Barockgalerie, Augsburg

Christian Friedrich Boëtius
after Charles-François Hutin
 Self-Portrait (of Hutin) 
1771
engraving
Milwaukee Art Museum

Dora Wahlroos
Self Portrait
1901
oil on canvas
Ateneum Art Museum, Helsinki

The Valley of the Black Pig

The dews drop slowly and dreams gather: unknown spears 
Suddenly hurtle before my dream-awakened eyes,
And then the clash of fallen horsemen and the cries
Of unknown perishing armies beat about my ears. 

We who still labour by the cromlech on the shore,
The grey cairn on the hill, when day sinks drowned in dew,
Being weary of the world's empires, bow down to you,
Master of the still stars and of the flaming door.

– W.B. Yeats (1899)