Thursday, April 24, 2025

Readers & Books

Bartholomeus van der Helst
Woman with a Book
1665
oil on canvas
Musée Magnin, Dijon

Anonymous Spanish Artist
Still Life with Books
ca. 1630-40
oil on canvas
Gemäldegalerie, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin

Vincenzo Catena
Portrait of a Man with a Book
ca. 1520
oil on panel
Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna

Correggio (Antonio Allegri)
Prophet with a Book
ca. 1523
drawing
Städel Museum, Frankfurt

Giovanni Bellini
St Jerome reading in a Landscape
ca. 1480-85
oil on panel
National Gallery, London

Jan Davidsz de Heem
Vanitas Still Life with Skull and Books
ca. 1650
oil on panel
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Rouen

Henri Matisse
Woman Reading
1898
oil on canvas
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Reims

Anders Zorn
Model Reading
1910
etching
Art Institute of Chicago

Bjarne Ness
Model Reading
1926
drawing
Nasjonalmuseet, Oslo

Pietro Rotari
Young Woman reading a Letter
ca. 1753-55
oil on canvas
Gemäldegalerie Alte Meister, Dresden

Anonymous Dutch Artist
Vanitas Still Life with Books
1633
oil on panel
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Anonymous Dutch Artist
Abraham de Lairesse reading
ca. 1690-1700
drawing
Hamburger Kunsthalle

Signe Scheel
Reading Girl
1892
oil on canvas
Nordnorsk Kunstmuseum, Tromsø

Ferdinand Bol
Man with a Book
1644
oil on canvas
Leiden Collection, New York

Oluf Wold-Torne
Lydia Reading
1914
oil on canvas
Lillehammer Kunstmuseum, Norway

Paul Signac
Still Life with Book and Oranges
1883
oil on canvas
Alte Nationalgalerie, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin

As she was thus in passion mixt with paine, throwing her eies as wildly as timerous Lovers do for feare of discoverie, she perceived a little Light, and such a one, as a chinke doth oft discover to our sights.  She curious to see what this was, with her delicate hands put the naturall ornament aside, discerning a little doore, which she putting from her, passed through it into another roome, like the first in all proportions, but in the midst there was a square stone, like to a prettie table, and on it a wax-candle burning; and by that a paper, which had suffered it selfe patiently to receive the discovering of so much of it, as presented this Sonnet (as it seemed newly written) to her sight.

Here all alone in silence might I mourne:
     But how can silence be where sorrowes flow?
     Sighs with complaints have poorer paines out-worne;
     But broken hearts can only true griefe show.
Drops of my dearest bloud shall let Love know
     Such teares for her I shed, yet still do burne,
     As no spring can quench least part of my woe,
     Till this live earth, againe to earth doe turne.
Hatefull all thought of comfort is to me,
     Despised days, let me still night possesse;
     Let me all torments feele in their excesse,
     And but this light allow my state to see.
Which still doth wast, and wasting as this light,
Are my sad dayes unto eternall night.

"Alas, Urania!" sigh'd she. "How well doe these words, this place, and all agree with thy fortune? sure poore soule thou wert heere appointed to spend thy daies, and these roomes ordain'd to keepe thy tortures in; none being assuredly so matchlesly unfortunate." 

– from The Countesse of Mountgomeries Urania, by the right honourable the Lady Mary Wroath, daughter to the right noble Robert, Earle of Leicester, and neece to the ever famous and renowned Sʳ Phillips Sidney knight, and to ye most excellant Lady Mary Countess of Pembroke, late deceased (London: John Marriott and John Grismand, 1621)