Sunday, October 19, 2025

Less Than Forthright

Henry Koerner
J.P. Getty
1958
acrylic on canvas
(commissioned by Time magazine)
National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC


James Kerr-Lawson
Portrait of Mrs. W.H. Cawthra
ca. 1931
oil on canvas
National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa

Józef Grassi
Portrait of the Marquis de Llano,
Spanish Envoy in Vienna

1790
oil on canvas
Belvedere Museum, Vienna

Pyke Koch
Portrait of Jacob Mees
ca. 1938
oil on canvas
Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen, Rotterdam

Gerrit Willemsz Horst
Portrait of a Girl
before 1652
oil on canvas
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Joy Hester
Head of a Man: Albert Tucker
ca. 1945
mixed media on paper
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Edward John Hughes
Portrait
1952
oil on canvas
National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa

Timothy Greenfield-Sanders
Barbara Rose
1982
gelatin silver print
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Hugo von Habermann
Portrait of a Girl
1912
oil on canvas
private collection

Jan Gossaert
Portrait of a Man
ca. 1524
oil on panel
Clark Art Institute, Williamstown, Massachusetts

Tilly Kettle
Woman with a Muff
ca. 1760-65
oil on canvas
Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide

George Gower
Portrait of Lady Kytson
1573
oil on panel
Tate Britain

Sali Herman
Paulette
1940
oil on canvas
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

John Koch
Family Group
1951
oil on canvas
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Nancy Lee Katz
Portrait of photographer Ilse Bing
1993
gelatin silver print
Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia

Paul-César Helleu
Young Woman seated on a Sofa
ca. 1894
drypoint
British Museum

Philippe Halsman
CZ Guest
1962
dye transfer print
(commissioned by Time magazine)
National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC

from The Argonautica

Now as Medea walks, dark echoes fill
The silence, hissing ancient spells. Fear falls.
Hill-spirits hide their faces. Rivers cringe.
Rocks cower. Stables, pastures, graveyards fill
With th' unearthly racket. Night, aghast, slows down
Her hours. Venus – her turn for fear! – hangs back.
They come to triple trees, the Night-queen's lair –
And Jason. Medea sees him, stops amazed.
Above them Iris soars – and Venus, too,
Slips from Medea's grasp and disappears.
So in the dark of night shepherd and flock
Share common panic; so in Hell's abyss
Blind, voiceless ghosts collide. Thus, in the midnight's grove,
Those two came on each other, all confused.
Aloof as firs they were, or cypresses,
Before the made South Wind mates bough with bough.
    They stood there rapt, face to wordless face, as night
Rolled on its way. Oh, lift your eyes, and speak!
Say something, Jason, please! Speak now! Speak first!
The hero saw her fear, saw rolling tears,
Saw burning cheeks, saw misery, saw shame.
He spoke at last, and comforted her love.

– Valerius Flaccus (AD 45-90), translated by Frederic Raphael and Kenneth McLeish (1991)