Tuesday, June 24, 2025

Pisceans - II

Eline Mugaas
Untitled
1999
C-print
Nordnorsk Kunstmuseum, Tromsø

Gustaf Magnusson
By the Water
1943
oil on board
Prins Eugens Waldemarsudde, Stockholm

Henrik Sørensen
Bathers, Holmsbu
ca. 1914-15
oil on canvas
Lillehammer Kunstmuseum, Norway

Oskar Zwintscher
Encounter
1915
oil on canvas
Galerie Neue Meister (Albertinum), Dresden

Anders Zorn
My Models
1916
etching
Prins Eugens Waldemarsudde, Stockholm

Karl Hofer
Women by the Sea
1908
oil on canvas
Galerie Neue Meister (Albertinum), Dresden

Ludwig von Hofmann
Landscape with Bathers
ca. 1915-20
oil on canvas
Galerie Neue Meister (Albertinum), Dresden

Johan Axel Gustav Acke
Salt, Wind and Sea
1906
oil on canvas
private collection

Karl Hubbuch
The Swimmer of Cologne
1924-25
lithograph
Kunsthalle Mannheim

David Hockney
Sunbather
1966
acrylic on canvas
Museum Ludwig, Cologne

Edvard Munch
Boys Bathing
ca. 1904-1905
oil on canvas
KODE (Art Museums Complex), Bergen, Norway

Edvard Munch
High Summer
1915
oil on canvas
Nasjonalmuseet, Oslo

Francis Picabia
Four Figures and a Fish
ca. 1927-32
watercolor on paper
Statens Museum for Kunst, Copenhagen

Leo Prochovnik
Neuland - Monatsschrift
(magazine)
1896
lithograph (poster)
Kunstbibliothek, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin

Christer von Rosen
Ready to Swim in the Garage: The Cone of Light
1963
tempera on paper
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Philip von Schantz
Esox Lucius (Northern Pike)
1983
oil on canvas
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

"How Thisbe came to be in the cave, and who killed her here, we may never know, unless some god reveals the answers to us.  But perhaps we should take a close look at the writing tablet that we found in her bosom.  It probably has something further to tell us." 

They agreed that they should.  Knemon opened the tablet* and began to read.  This is what was written there.

To Knemon, my lord and master, from your enemy and benefactress, Thisbe.  First I have some good news for you: Demainete is dead.  It was I who brought this about, out of love for you.  How it happened I shall tell you face-to-face if you will agree to see me.  Next I bring you the news that I have been on this island for ten days now, the captive of one of the bandits who live here: he boasts that he is their captain's right-hand man.  He is keeping me under lock and key and does not allow me even to put my head outside the door, claiming that he has incarcerated me like this because he loves me, though in my estimation he is afraid that someone might take me away from him.  But by the grace of some god I saw you walk past, my lord, and I recognized you.  I am sending you this tablet secretly, by way of the old woman who shares my dwelling.  She has instructions to deliver it into the hand of the captain's handsome Greek friend.  Deliver me from the clutches of these brigands!  Do not abandon your servant!  Help me, please; for the wrongs I appear to have done I was compelled to do, but the revenge I took on your enemy I took voluntarily.  But if you are too full of anger to heed my prayers, then vent your hatred on me however you please.  My one wish is to be yours, even if it means my death.  Better to die at your hands and be buried like a Greek, than to endure a life worse than death and suffer the torment of a savage's love, which causes me, as an Athenian, more pain than any hatred.

* a writing tablet consisted of two pieces of wood coated with wax and hinged together so that they could be closed to protect the inscribed wax

– Heliodorus, from The Aethiopica, or, Theagenes and Charikleia (3rd or 4th century AD), translated from Greek by J.R. Morgan (1989)