Friday, June 27, 2025

Plaster

Jean-Antoine Houdon
Diana
before 1793
plaster
Frick Collection, New York

Asmus Jakob Carstens
The Fate Atropos singing the Future
ca. 1795
plaster
Städel Museum, Frankfurt

Johann Gottfried Schadow
Portrait of artist Rudolf Schadow
1804
plaster
Hamburger Kunsthalle

Denis Foyatier
Portrait of a Woman
ca. 1820
plaster
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Lyon

Bertel Thorvaldsen
Young Woman
ca. 1840
plaster cast
(from figure in Thorvaldsen marble group)
Trondheim Kunstmuseum, Norway

Jean-Baptiste Carpeaux
Daphnis and Chloe
1873
plaster
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Valenciennes

Laurent-Honoré Marqueste
Cupid
1882
plaster
Musée des Augustins de Toulouse

Arthur Guéniot
Portrait of Jacqueline de Lespinay
1901
plaster
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Reims

Aristide Maillol
Torso
ca. 1912
plaster and terracotta
Musée du Petit Palais, Paris

Carlo Sarrabezolles
Centaur with Urns
ca. 1925
plaster
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Reims

Hans Arp
Serpentine Motion II
1955
plaster
Museum Ludwig, Cologne

Yves Klein
Winged Victory of Samothrace
1962
painted plaster
Kunsthalle Mannheim

George Segal
Man with Drink in Deck Chair
1967
plaster
Kunsthalle Mannheim

Pia Hedström
Blue Hutsut
1989
painted plaster
Göteborgs Konstmuseum, Sweden

Anastasia Ax
Trunk
2004
plaster and wax
Göteborgs Konstmuseum, Sweden

Åsa Herrgård
Memories of Scents
2019
plaster and jesmonite
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

But only a few moments' sleep were they able to snatch, and scarcely had their weary eyelids closed, when a dream of the following form appeared to Charikleia: a man with matted hair with cunning in his eyes and blood on his hands, with one stroke of his sword struck out her right eye, whereupon she screamed and called to Theagenes, saying that her eye had been plucked out  No sooner did she call than he was at her side, in as much anguish at her distress as if he shared even her dreams.  Charikleia put her hand to her face and felt all over to find what she had lost in her dream.  But it was only a dream.

"It was only a dream," she cried. "My eye is still there.  It is all right, Theagenes." 

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