Saturday, September 6, 2025

The Ground Layer (Bright) - I

Axel Bentzen
Interior
1941
oil on canvas
Göteborgs Konstmuseum, Sweden

Hans W. Sundberg
Botanical Gardens
1987
oil on canvas
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Gustav Wentzel
In the Studio
1893
oil on canvas
Stortingets Kunstsamling, Oslo

Vilhelm Hammershøi
Interior with Young Man Reading
1898
oil on canvas
Hirschsprung Collection, Copenhagen

Isaak Levitan
Early Foliage
ca. 1883-88
oil on canvas
State Tretyakov Gallery, Moscow

Eberhard Havekost
Max - Headroom 2
2003
oil on canvas
Galerie Neue Meister (Albertinum), Dresden

Alexander Rothaug
Cassandra
1911
tempera on panel
Belvedere Museum, Vienna

Franz Marc
Laundry int he Wind
1906
oil on canvas
Museum Folkwang, Essen

Emile Claus
Flemish Farm House
1894
oil on canvas
Musée d'Ixelles, Brussels

Torsten Bergmark
Floating Figure
1967
oil on canvas
Nasjonalmuseet, Oslo

Albert Gosselin
Oak and Olives at Juan-les-Pins
1890
watercolor on paper
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Reims

Vilmos Huszár
Sick Woman
ca. 1920
oil on canvas
Kröller-Müller Museum, Otterlo, Netherlands

Otto Greiner
Prometheus
1909
oil on canvas
National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa

Ludwig Ferdinand Graf
Swimming Pool
1905
oil on canvas
Belvedere Museum, Vienna

Franz Xaver Winterhalter
Empress Eugénie with Ladies in Waiting
1855
oil on canvas
Château de Compiègne

Paul Baudry
Mercury bearing Psyche aloft
1885
oil on canvas
(mounted on ceiling)
Musée Condé, Chantilly

 . . . her judgment totally shaken; coming to the tent and throwing herself on the camp bed, she uttered a loud, piercing cry; she wept profusely, and she tore her tunic.  Eubiotus saw to it that no one was in the tent; he sent everyone out, saying that she had had bad news about the Sauromates.  She wept and wailed and cursed the day she had seen Erasinus while hunting; she cursed her own eyes too and blamed Artemis.  . . .  And absorbed in these misfortunes, she reached out for her dagger; but Eubiotus had surreptitiously removed it from its sheath as soon as she came in.  She looked at him and said: "Wickedest of men!  You dared to lay your hand on my sword!  I am no Amazon, no Themisto; I am a Greek woman.  I am Calligone – no weaker in spirit than any Amazon.  Go and bring me the sword, or I will strangle you with my hands!"

– from Calligone, an anonymous romance fragment written in Greek during the 2nd century AD, translated into English by B.P. Reardon (1989)