Thursday, January 30, 2025

Raking Light (from the Right) - IV

Salomon de Bray
Study of a Young Man
1635
oil on panel
Gemäldegalerie Alte Meister, Dresden

Benigno Bossi
Head of a Youth with Feathered Turban
1760
etching
Hamburger Kunsthalle

Jean Raoux
Girl with Bird
1717
oil on canvas
John and Mable Ringling Museum of Art, Sarasota

Gerrit van Honthorst
Liberation of St Peter
ca. 1616-18
oil on canvas
Gemäldegalerie, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin

Félix Fossey
Study of an Oarsman
1855
drawing
Morgan Library, New York

Girolamo Curti (il Dentone)
Recumbent Figure Foreshortened
ca. 1600
drawing
Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna

Jan Philip Reuthel
Académie
1799
drawing
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Derk Anthony van de Wart
Académie
1789
drawing
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Jacques Stella
Solomon sacrificing to Pagan Idols
ca. 1640-50
oil on canvas
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Lyon

attributed to Aert Schouman
Self Portrait
1730
oil on panel
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Adamo Scultori after Michelangelo
Ignudo (Sistine Ceiling)
ca. 1585
engraving
Hamburger Kunsthalle

Gianlorenzo Bernini and workshop
Louis XIV as Marcus Curtius
ca. 1670-80
marble
(carved in Rome)
Château de Versailles

Andrea Boscoli
Académie
(after wax mannequin)
ca. 1590
drawing
Biblioteca Reale, Turin

Carl Friedrich Lessing
Model posed as Rider
ca. 1840
drawing
Cincinnati Art Museum, Ohio

Michiel Sweerts
Man with a Pipe
ca. 1650
oil on canvas
Harvard Art Museums

Paolo Veronese
Baptism of Christ
ca. 1580
oil on canvas
Galleria Palatina, Palazzo Pitti, Florence

But here nought serves our turnes; O heaven and earth,
How most most wretched is our humane birth?
And now did all the tyrannous crew depart,
Knowing there was a storme in Heros hart,
Greater then they could make, and skornd their smart.
She bowed her selfe so low out of her Towre,
That wonder was she fell not ere her howre,
With searching the lamenting waves for him; 
Like a poore Snayle, her gentle supple lim
Hung on her Turrets top so most downe right,
As she would dive beneath the darknes quite,
To finde her Jewell; Jewell, her Leander,
A name of all earths Jewels pleasde not her, 
Like his deare name: Leander, still my choice,
Come nought but my Leander; O my voice
Turne to Leander: hence-forth be all sounds,
Accents, and phrases that shew all griefes wounds,
Analisde in Leander. O black change!

– Christopher Marlowe, from Hero and Leander (published 1598)