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| Heidi Specker Self Portrait 1990 C-print Museum Folkwang, Essen |
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| Franz Nölken Self Portrait in the Studio 1904 oil on canvas Hamburger Kunsthalle |
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| Oscar Parviainen Self Portrait in Electric Light 1914 oil on canvas Ateneum Art Museum, Helsinki |
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| Henry Monnier Self Portrait as an Old Woman 1874 drawing, with watercolor Morgan Library, New York |
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| Martin Ferdinand Quadal Self Portrait ca. 1785 oil on canvas Rhode Island School of Design, Providence |
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| Victor Emil Janssen Self Portrait at the Easel ca. 1828 oil on paper, mounted on canvas Hamburger Kunsthalle |
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| Wybrand Hendriks Self Portrait with Agatha Ketel ca. 1800-1804 oil on panel Teylers Museum, Haarlem |
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| Giovanni Giacometti Self Portrait 1899 oil on canvas Musée d'Art et d'Histoire de Genève |
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| Jean-Baptist Frénet Self Portrait ca. 1855 oil paint, gouache and pastel on cardboard Musée des Beaux-Arts de Lyon |
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| Carel Fabritius Self Portrait ca. 1645 oil on canvas Alte Pinakothek, Munich |
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| Karl Hagemeister Self Portrait ca. 1880 oil on canvas Landesmuseum, Hannover |
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| Gaston Schnegg Self Portrait in the Studio 1904-1905 oil on panel Musée des Beaux-Arts de Bordeaux |
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| Werner von Hausen Self Portrait ca. 1920 oil on canvas Ateneum Art Museum, Helsinki |
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| Alexandre-Denis Abel de Pujol Self Portrait 1806 oil on canvas Musée des Beaux-Arts de Valenciennes |
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| Albrecht Bouts Self Portrait with Skull ca. 1490 oil on panel Brukenthal National Museum, Sibiu, Romania |
He mourns for the Change that has come upon Him and his Beloved, and longs for the End of the World
Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns?
I have been changed to a hound with one red ear;
I have been in the Path of Stones and the Wood of Thorns,
For somebody hid hatred and hope and desire and fear
I have been changed to a hound with one red ear;
I have been in the Path of Stones and the Wood of Thorns,
For somebody hid hatred and hope and desire and fear
Under my feet that they follow you night and day.
A man with a hazel wand came without sound;
A man with a hazel wand came without sound;
He changed me suddenly; I was looking another way;
And now my calling is but the calling of a hound;
And Time and Birth and Change are hurrying by.
I would that the Boar without bristles had come from the West
And had rooted the sun and moon and stars out of the sky
And lay in the darkness, grunting, and turning to his rest.
And lay in the darkness, grunting, and turning to his rest.
– W.B. Yeats (1899)