Wednesday, August 13, 2025

Paradigms (Western)

Ignatz Marcel Gaugengigl
Woman putting on Gloves
ca. 1880-90
etching
Smithsonian American Art Museum,
Washington DC


Charles West Cope
Woman with Watering Can
ca. 1885
watercolor on paper
British Museum

Frederick Warren Freer
The Token
1887
etching
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

August von Pettenkofen
Study of a Seated Woman
before 1889
graphite and watercolor on paper
Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna

Mary Curtis Richardson
Portrait of Mary Blanche Hubbard
1889
oil on canvas
Crocker Art Museum, Sacramento, California

Julian Alden Weir
The Connoisseur
1889
oil on canvas
Wichita Art Museum, Kansas

Ludwig Sigmundt
Portrait Study of a Woman
ca. 1890
watercolor on paper
Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna

Paul-César Helleu
Study of a Woman
ca. 1890
graphite and watercolor on paper
British Museum

Théodore Roussel
Sleeping Model
ca. 1890-95
drypoint and etching printed à la poupée
British Museum

Théodore Roussel
Sleeping Model
ca. 1890-95
drypoint and etching printed à la poupée
British Museum

Valdemar Schönheyder-Möller
Portrait of violinist Frida Schytte
1893
oil on canvas
Skagens Museum, Denmark

Hubert Vos
Alice Barney in White Satin
1894
oil on canvas
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Frederic Leighton
Roman Peasant Girl
before 1896
oil on canvas
Manchester Art Gallery

Charles I. Berg
Galatea
before 1896
platinum print
National Museum of American History,
Washington DC

Hugo von Habermann
Portrait of a Woman
1897
oil on canvas
Frye Art Museum, Seattle

Alexander Bassano
Mrs Lawrence Drummond
at the Devonshire House Fancy Dress Ball

1897
photogravure
British Museum

Charles Dana Gibson
Head of a Young Woman
ca. 1897
drawing
Cooper Hewitt, Smithsonian Design Museum

Cold and clear-cut face, why come you so cruelly meek,
Breaking a slumber in which all spleenful folly was drowned,
Pale with the golden beam of an eyelash dead on the cheek,
Passionless, taking revenge too deep for a transient wrong
Done but in thought to your beauty, and ever as pale as before
Growing and fading and growing upon me without a sound, 
Luminous, gemlike, ghostlike, deathlike, half the night long
Growing and fading and growing, till I could bear it no more,
But arose, and all by myself in my own dark garden ground,
Listening now to the tide in its broad-flung shipwrecking roar,
Now to the scream of a maddened beach dragged down by the wave,
The shining daffodil dead, and Orion low in his grave. 

– Alfred, Lord Tennyson, from Maud (1855)