Wednesday, December 25, 2024

Well-Wishers

Giotto
God the Father with Angels
ca. 1328-35
tempera on panel
(altarpiece fragment)
San Diego Museum of Art

Anonymous Mexican Artist
Salvator Mundi
18th century
painted wood
Denver Art Museum

Giampietrino
Salvator Mundi
before 1540
tempera on panel
Pushkin Museum, Moscow

Quentin Massys and workshop
Salvator Mundi
ca. 1500-1510
oil on panel
North Carolina Museum of Art, Raleigh

Fernando Gallego
Salvator Mundi
ca. 1500
mixed media on panel
Museo del Prado, Madrid

workshop of Giovanni Bellini
Christ Blessing
ca. 1500
oil on panel
National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa

Benedetto Diana
Christ Blessing
ca. 1500
oil on panel
Lowe Art Museum, University of Miami

attributed to Girolamo Romanino
Christ Blessing
ca. 1510-20
oil on panel
Museum of Art and Archaeology, Columbia, Missouri

Anonymous Ecuadorian Artist
Angel
18th century
painted wood, glass, silver alloy
Denver Art Museum

Anonymous European Artist
Guardian Angel
17th century
oil on copper
Agnes Etherington Art Centre, Kingston, Ontario

Jean-Charles Cazin
Tobias and the Angel
1880
oil on canvas
Palais des Beaux-Arts de Lille

Giovanni di Paolo
St Clare saving Child from Wolves
ca. 1435-40
tempera on panel
Museum of Fine Arts, Houston

Giovanni di Paolo
St Nicolas of Tolentino saving the Shipwrecked
1457
tempera on panel
Philadelphia Museum of Art

Giuseppe Sacchi
King David interceding with God the Father for Plague Victims
ca. 1660
oil on canvas
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Carcassonne

 Michel-François Dandré-Bardon
St James interceding with the Virgin
for Souls in Purgatory

1752
oil on canvas
(modello for altarpiece)
Musée Magnin, Dijon

Filippino Lippi
Christ and the Virgin interceding with God the Father
ca. 1495
oil on panel
Alte Pinakothek, Munich

The White Rose

This is the earth? Then
I don't belong here.

Who are you in the lighted window,
shadowed now by the flickering leaves
of the wayfarer tree?
Can you survive when I won't last
beyond the first summer?

All night the slender branches of the tree
shift and rustle at the bright window.
Explain my life to me, you who make no sign,

though I call out to you in the night:
I am not like you. I have only
my body for a voice; I can't
disappear into silence –

And in the cold morning
over the dark surface of the earth
echoes of my voice drift,
whiteness steadily absorbed into darkness

as though you were making a sign after all
to convince me you too couldn't survive here

or to show me you are not the light I called to
but the blackness behind it.

– Louise Glück (1992)