Wednesday, September 24, 2025

Coded Representations

Philippe de Champaigne
Charity
1635
oil on canvas
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Nancy

Marcantonio Franceschini
Charity
1683-84
oil on canvas
Museumslandschaft Hessen Kassel

Ludwig Sigismund Ruhl
Charity
ca. 1820
oil on panel
Museumslandschaft Hessen Kassel

workshop of Guercino (Giovanni Francesco Barbieri)
Charity
ca. 1666
oil on canvas
Musée d'Art et d'Histoire de Genève

Augusto Grossi
Bankers as Vipers
1893
lithograph
National Gallery, Athens

Jacques de Lajoue
Allegory of Optics
ca. 1730
oil on canvas
Museumslandschaft Hessen Kassel

Michelangelo Maestri
Allegorical Figure of Night
ca. 1800
gouache on card
(adaptation of Pompeian fresco)
Belvedere Museum, Vienna

Marcantonio Raimondi
Allegory of Music
ca. 1502-1504
engraving
Kupferstichkabinett, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin

Rosalba Carriera
Allegory of Fire
1744
pastel on paper
Gemäldegalerie Alte Meister, Dresden

Simon Vouet
Allegory of Wealth
ca. 1630-35
oil on canvas
Musée du Louvre

François Boucher
Allegory of Painting
ca. 1750
oil on canvas (sketch)
Palais des Beaux-Art de Lille

Theodor Boeyermans
Allegory of Antwerp nurturing Painters
1665
oil on canvas
Royal Museum of Fine Arts, Antwerp

Abraham Bosse
Allegory of Touch
1638
engraving
National Museum, Warsaw

Anonymous Russian Artist
Health Care for Workers on a New Track
ca. 1930
lithograph (poster)
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Hans Canon
The Circle of Life
ca. 1883
oil on canvas
(study for mural)
Belvedere Museum, Vienna

Mihael Stroj
God's Care
1842
oil on canvas
National Gallery of Slovenia, Ljubljana

Chorus:

Why, why does this fear 
persistently hover about,
standing guard in front of my prophetic heart?
Whence comes this presaging song, unbidden, unhired?
Why can I not spurn it,
like a dream hard to interpret,
and let optimism persuade me and seat itself
in command of my mind within?
Time has grown old since the mooring-ropes 
were shipped and the sand flew up,
when the seaborne army
set out for Ilium:

and I have learned of its return
from my own eyes, witnessed it in person;
yet still within my soul, self-taught,
sings out the Fury's lyreless lament –
it is completely devoid
of its natural confident hope.
And my inwards, my heart whirling
in eddies that betoken fulfillment
around a mind that understands justice, do not speak in vain.
I pray that this may be proved false
and fall away from my expectation
into the realm of the unfulfilled.

– Aeschylus, from Agamemnon (458 BC), translated by Alan H. Sommerstein (2008)