Tuesday, September 30, 2025

Indirect

Henri-Pierre Danloux
Portrait of a Woman
1783
drawing
Kupferstichkabinett, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin

William Merritt Chase
Portrait of a Man
ca. 1875
oil on canvas
Clark Art Institute, Williamstown, Massachusetts

Axel Fridell
Ingrid XIII
1929
drypoint
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Hans Hammarskiöld
Portrait of dancer Rudolf Nureyev
1967
gelatin silver print
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Vilhelm Hammershøi
Self Portrait
1891
oil on canvas
Hirschsprung Collection, Copenhagen

Rockwell Kent
Self Portrait
1934
lithograph
Amon Carter Museum, Fort Worth, Texas

Per Krafft the Younger
Portrait of merchant Jacob Svante Wolter
ca. 1820
oil on canvas
Göteborgs Konstmuseum, Sweden

Aina Marmén
Self Portrait
1969
oil on canvas
Göteborgs Konstmuseum, Sweden

Amedeo Modigliani
Portrait of Germaine Sauvage
1918
oil on canvas
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Nancy

Charles Perrin
Portrait of a Woman
1931
oil on canvas
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Reims

Curt Querner
Self Portrait
1943
oil on board
Galerie Neue Meister (Albertinum), Dresden

Roman Empire
Head of Sabina
AD 130-140
marble
Antikensammlung, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin

Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Helen of Troy (Annie Miller)
1863
oil on panel
Hamburger Kunsthalle

Philipp Otto Runge
Portrait of painter and writer
Friedrich August von Klinkowström

1808
oil on canvas
Belvedere Museum, Vienna

Félix Vallotton
Portrait of actress Marthe Mellot
1898
oil on canvas
Kunsthaus Zürich

Pål-Nils Nilsson
Untitled (Face)
ca. 1960
gelatin silver print
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

As the Chorus turn towards the palace, as if about to enter and investigate, the ekkyklema platform is rolled out of the door.  On it is Clytemnestra, sword in hand, her clothes stained with blood, standing over the dead bodies of Agamemnon and CassandraAgamemnon is slumped in a silver bathtub, and is enveloped from head to foot in a richly embroidered (but now also blood-stained) robe.

Clytemnestra:  I have said many things hitherto to suit the needs of the moment, and I shall not be ashamed to contradict them now.  How else could anyone, pursuing hostilities against enemies who think they are friends, set up their hunting-nets to a height too great to overleap?  This showdown was something that had long been in my thoughts, arising from a long-standing grievance; now it has come – at long last.  I stand where I struck, with my work accomplished.  I did it this way – I won't deny it – so that he could neither escape death nor defend himself.  I staked out around him an endless net, as one does for fish – a wickedly opulent garment.  Then I struck him twice, and on the spot, in the space of two cries, his limbs gave way and when he had fallen I added a third stroke, in thanksgiving to the Zeus of the underworld, the saviour of the dead, for the fulfillment of my prayers.  Thus, having fallen, he forced out his own soul, and he coughed up a sharp spurt of blood and hit me with a black shower of gory dew – at which I rejoiced no less than the growing corn rejoices in the liquid blessing granted by Zeus when the sheathed ears swell to birth.  If it were possible to make a really appropriate libation over the corpse, this [pointing to the blood on her clothes] is what it should rightly – no, more than rightly be; so many are this man's accursed crimes, with which he has filled a great mixing-bowl in this house, which now, on returning here, he himself has had to drink up.  That is the situation, you assembled Argive elders.  Rejoice in it or not, as you please.  I glory in it!

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