Friday, June 20, 2025

Right Angles - III

David Ahlqvist
Interior
1930
etching
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Imre Bak
Balance
2015
acrylic on canvas
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Hans Hermansson
The Trial
1968
oil on canvas
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Helmer Bäckström
Lamp and Window
1936
gelatin silver print
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Jörgen Fogelquist
Gruvhissen
1951
oil on canvas
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Kasimir Malevich
Black Square
1915
oil on linen
State Tretyakov Gallery, Moscow

Piet Mondrian
Composition with Blue, Yellow and Red
1927
oil on canvas
Museum of Fine Arts, Boston

Mark Rothko
Earth and Green
1955
oil on canvas
Museum Ludwig, Cologne

Jean-Étienne Liotard
Trompe-l'oeil
1771
oil on silk, transferred to canvas
Frick Collection, New York

Rune Johansen
Lofotveggen
(name of the mountain range across the water)
1996
C-print
KORO (Public Art Norway), Oslo

Kurt Dornis
Second Shift
1986
mixed media on panel
Galerie Neue Meister (Albertinum), Dresden

Philippe Cazal
Variations on Your Name -
Happy Birthday, dear Pontus (Hultén)

2004
inkjet print
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Sean Scully
Window Figure
2002
oil on canvas
Galerie Neue Meister (Albertinum), Dresden

Kalle Løchen
Studio at the Painting School, Modum
1883
oil on canvas
Nasjonalmuseet, Oslo

Roar Wold
Dark Room
1986
acrylic on canvas
Nasjonalmuseet, Oslo

Willy Wolff
Self Portrait
1970
oil on panel
Galerie Neue Meister (Albertinum), Dresden

Astylus came on horseback, with a hanger-on of his, who was also on horseback.  The young man had the first growth of beard on his chin, while Gnathon (the name of the hanger-on) had been shaving for some time.  Lamon, together with Myrtale and Daphnis, fell at Astylus's feet and begged him to take pity on an unfortunate old man and to snatch from his father's wrath someone who had done no wrong; at the same time he told him all the facts.  Astylus was moved by their appeal.  He went to the garden and saw the destruction of the flowers.  He said he would appeal to his father himself and put the blame on the horses, saying that they had been tied up there and stampeded and when they got loose, had broken some things off, trampled others down, and dug others up.  At this, Lamon and Myrtale prayed that he should have every happiness, while Daphnis brought him some presents – kids, cheeses, birds and their young chicks, bunches of grapes on shoots, and apples on branches.  They also gave him some wine with a fine bouquet – and the wine of Lesbos is the best of all wines to drink.
 
Astylus complimented them on these things and turned his attention to hunting hares, as you'd expect of a rich young man who spent all his time amusing himself and had come to the country to find a new type of pleasure.  But all Gnathon knew how to do was to eat and to drink till he was drunk and to have sex when he was drunk.  He was nothing but a mouth and a stomach and what lies underneath the stomach.  He had paid close attention to Daphnis when he brought the gifts.  He had homosexual inclinations, and now that he'd found beauty of a kind you don't get in the city, he decided to make advances, thinking it would be easy to win over Daphnis, who was a goatherd.  Having reached this decision, he didn't join Astylus on the hunt but went down to where Daphnis was grazing his herd.  He pretended he had come to look at the goats, but actually he was looking at Daphnis.  To soften him up, he complimented him on the goats, asked him to play a goatherd's tune on the pipes, and said he would quickly make him a free man, being a person of immense power. 

– Longus, from Daphnis and Chloe (2nd century AD), translated from Greek by Christopher Gill (1989)