Saturday, February 1, 2025

First Light

August Ahlborn
Gulf of Pozzuoli near Naples
1832
oil on canvas
Alte Nationalgalerie, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin

Raymond Balze
The Childhood of Bacchus
1840
oil on canvas
Musée Ingres Bourdelle, Montauban

Giovanni Bellini
The Resurrection
ca. 1475-79
tempera on panel
Gemäldegalerie, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin

il Garofalo (Benvenuto Tisi)
The Resurrection
1520
oil on panel
Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna

Claude Lorrain
Seaport with Rising Sun
1674
oil on canvas
Alte Pinakothek, Munich

Joseph Wright of Derby
Grotto
ca. 1790
oil on canvas
Milwaukee Art Museum

Johann Vincent Cissarz
To a new Renaissance!
1900
lithograph
(draft poster before lettering)
Kunstbibliothek, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin

Aleardo Terzi
International Exhibition, Rome
1911
lithograph
(poster)
Kunstbibliothek, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin

Jan Both
Italianate Landscape with Artist Sketching
ca. 1645-50
oil on canvas
Cincinnati Art Museum, Ohio

Karl Friedrich Schinkel
Gothic Cathedral on the Water
1813
oil on canvas
Alte Nationalgalerie, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin

Laurent de La Hyre
Theseus recovering his Father's Weapons
1634
oil on canvas
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Caen

Matthäus Merian the Elder
Landscape with Sunrise
ca. 1620
oil on copper
Kunstmuseum Basel

Gottlieb Schick
Portrait of Heinrike Dannecker
1802
oil on canvas
Alte Nationalgalerie, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin

William Merritt Chase
The Open-Air Breakfast
(Chase's family in Brooklyn back yard)
ca. 1888
oil on canvas
Toledo Museum of Art, Ohio

Wilhelm Trübner
Hemsbach Castle
ca. 1904
oil on canvas
Alte Nationalgalerie, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin

Neptune for pittie in his armes did take them,
Flung them into the ayre, and did awake them
Like two sweet birds surnam'd th' Acanthides,
Which we call Thistle-warps, that neere no Seas
Dare ever come, but still in couples flie,
And feede on Thistle tops, to testifie
The hardnes of their first life in their last:
The first in thornes of love, and sorrowes past.
And so most beautifull their colours show,
As none (so little) like them: her sad brow
A sable velvet feather covers quite,
Even like the forehead cloths that in the night,
Or when they sorrow, ladies use to weare:
Their wings blew, red and yellow mixt appeare,
Colours, that as we construe colours paint
Their states to life; the yellow shewes their saint,
The devill Venus, left them; blew their truth,
The red and black, ensignes of death and ruth.
And this true honor from their love-deaths sprung,
They were the first that ever Poet sung.

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