Friday, December 27, 2024

Angels (European Visual Tradition) - III

Anonymous German Artist
The Annunciation
ca. 1000
ivory relief
(missal cover)
Bode Museum, Berlin

Niccolò di Pietro Gerini
The Annunciation
ca. 1380-90
tempera on panel
Yale University Art Gallery

Lorenzo di Credi
The Annunciation
ca. 1480-90
tempera on panel
Gallerie degli Uffizi, Florence

Albrecht Bouts
The Annunciation
ca. 1480
oil on panel
Cleveland Museum of Art, Ohio

Jean Hey (Master of Moulins)
The Annunciation
ca. 1490-95
oil on panel
Art Institute of Chicago

Alessandro Araldi
The Annunciation
1514
oil on panel
Galleria Nazionale di Parma

Parmigianino (Francesco Mazzola)
The Annunciation
ca. 1530-35
drawing
Hamburger Kunsthalle

Jacopo Tintoretto
The Annunciation
before 1594
oil on canvas
Romanian National Museum of Art, Bucharest

El Greco
The Annunciation
ca. 1600
oil on canvas
Museum of Fine Arts, Budapest

Alessandro Vitali and workshop
The Annunciation
ca. 1603
oil on canvas
Galleria Nazionale delle Marche, Urbino

Jacques Bellange
The Annunciation
ca. 1605
etching
Kupferstichkabinett, Kunstmuseum Basel

Matthias Stom
The Annunciation
ca. 1630-32
oil on canvas
Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna

Philippe de Champaigne
The Annunciation
ca. 1640
oil on canvas
Musée des Augustins de Toulouse

David Teniers the Younger
The Annunciation
ca. 1650
oil on copper
Staatsgalerie Flämische Barockmalerei
im Schloss Neuburg

follower of Rembrandt
The Annunciation
ca. 1650-55
oil on panel
Detroit Institute of Arts

Benedetto Gennari the Younger
The Annunciation
1686
oil on canvas
Tate Gallery

Machevill:

Albeit the world thinke Machevill is dead,
Yet was his soule but flowne beyond the Alpes,
And now the Guize is dead, is come from France
To view this Land, and frolicke with his friends.
To some perhaps my name is odious,
But such as love me, gard me from their tongues,
And let them know that I am Machevill,
And weigh not men, and therefore not mens words.
Admir'd I am of those that hate me most:
Though some speake openly against my bookes, 
Yet will they reade me, and thereby attaine
To Peters Chayre: And when they cast me off,
Are poyson'd by my climing followers.
I count Religion but a childish Toy,
And hold there is no sinne but Ignorance.
Birds of the Aire will tell of murders past;
I am asham'd to heare such fooleries.
Many will talke of Title to a Crowne:
What right had Cæsar to the Empery?
Might first made Kings, and Lawes were then most sure
When like the Dracos they were writ in blood.
Hence comes it, that a strong built Citadell
Commands much more then letters can import:
Which maxime had Phaleris observ'd,
H'had never bellowed in a brasen Bull
Of great ones envy; o'th poore petty wites,
Let me be envy'd and not pittied!
But whither am I bound, I come not, I,
To reade a lecture here in Britanie,
But to present the Tragedy of a Jew,
Who smiles to see how full his bags are cramb'd,
Which money was not got without my meanes.
I crave but this, Grace him as he deserves,
And let him not be entertain'd the worse
Because he favours me.

– Christopher Marlowe, The Jew of Malta, prologue (1592)