Sunday, February 2, 2025

Gazing Inward - I

Rik Wouters
Head of artist Edgard Tytgat
1910
bronze
Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen, Rotterdam

Keith Vaughan
The Woodman
1949
lithograph
Auckland Art Gallery, New Zealand

Southworth & Hawes
The Letter
ca. 1850
daguerreotype
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Helene Schjerfbeck
Costume Picture
(Girl with Orange - The Baker's Daughter)
1908-1909
oil on canvas
Ateneum Art Museum, Helsinki

Roman Empire
Bust of Tyche
(the Barberini Tyche)
1st century AD (marble head)
17th century (alabaster and marble body)
Musée d'Art Classique de Mougins

Alphonse Legros
Half-Length Study of Model
ca. 1900
drawing
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Samuel van Hoogstraten
Christ crowned with Thorns
1657
oil on canvas
Alte Pinakothek, Munich

Duncan Grant
Seated Woman - Ka Cox
ca. 1912
oil on panel
Courtauld Gallery, London

François-Xavier Fabre
Portrait of Marquis Luigi Grimaldi della Pietra
1804
oil on canvas
Musée Fabre, Montpellier

Jacques-Louis David
Study for the Figure of Plato in The Death of Socrates
ca. 1787
drawing
Musée Magnin, Dijon

Eugène Carrière
Mélancolie
1888
oil on canvas
Musée de la Chartreuse, Douai

William Adolphe Bouguereau
Veiled Model seated on the Ground
1884
oil on canvas
Clark Art Institute, Williamstown, Massachusetts

Arnold Böcklin
Self Portrait
1873
oil on canvas
Hamburger Kunsthalle

Wilhelm Ferdinand Bendz
Landscape painter Georg Heinrich Crola in his Studio
1832
oil on canvas
Alte Nationalgalerie, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin

Giambattista Zelotti
Reclining Figure
ca. 1560
drawing
Kupferstichkabinett, Kunstmuseum Basel

Rogier van der Weyden
Portrait of Philippe de Croy
as Praying Donor

1460
oil on panel
Royal Museum of Fine Arts, Antwerp

Fragment
 
This night-breathing deceives, it is so calm.
The headland glitters with beached faces, lunar stares,
a tidal moon-haul of wrecks and drownings.
Their gazes are blank and lasting,
outfacing constellations even, crystalline.

My mother feared the wash and plunge,
that huge pull from the loosening shore.
Night after night she surfaced there again
in the small hours, the shallows, panting:
her near death refreshed by nightmare.

A child, I shut my eyes like oysters
on the green light, weird particles migrating upwards
from the bed, from whose choked throat
arose the swallow-sound I'd closed my ears on.
Now as I watch her sleeping and submerged

I see them, those obsessive dead –
their watery features sea-blurred, merged, evasive.
I hold my breath above her sinking head,
dreading their opaque past and fossil histories,
inky and indistinct as night water.

– Caitríona O'Reilly, The Nowhere Birds (2001)