Thursday, October 16, 2025

Ornamental

Jacques de Gheyn II
Mounted Trumpeters
ca. 1599
drawing (print study)
British Museum


Giacomo Franco
Study of Venetian Woman
ca. 1610-20
drawing
British Museum

Giacomo Franco
Study of Venetian Man
ca. 1610-20
drawing
British Museum

Giovanni Battista Falda
Pyramid of Cestius, Rome
1663
etching
Kupferstichkabinett, Hamburger Kunsthalle

Johann Franciscus Ermels
Landscape with Classical Ruins
before 1693
drawing
British Museum

Jean-Honoré Fragonard
Palazzo Marcellino Durazzo, Genoa
1761
drawing
British Museum

Vincenzo Feoli after Domenico del Frate
Bacchante of Herculaneum
ca. 1800-1825
engraving
British Museum

Vincenzo Feoli after Domenico del Frate
Bacchante of Herculaneum
ca. 1800-1825
engraving
British Museum

Lyonel Feininger
Carnival in Arcueil
1911
oil on canvas
Art Institute of Chicago

Walker Evans
Stamped Tin Relic - New York City
1931
gelatin silver print
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Leslie Gill
Composition of Objects on Windowsill, NYC
1937
gelatin silver print
private collection

Lucian Freud
Unripe Tangerine
1946
oil on board
Pallant House Gallery, Chichester, West Sussex

Milton Glaser
Jazz after Six
1975
screenprint
Cooper Hewitt, Smithsonian Design Museum

Audrey Flack
Queen
1975
dye transfer print
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Alexander Girard for Herman Miller
Palazzo
1976
screenprinted linen furnishing fabric
Art Institute of Chicago

Milton Glaser
Old King Cole
[restaurant in New York]
1977
offset-lithograph (menu cover)
Cooper Hewitt, Smithsonian Design Museum

Audrey Flack
Greek Muse
1978
dye transfer print
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Sonnet

More oft than once death whispered in mine ear,
Grave what thou hears in diamond and gold:
I am that monarch whom all monarchs fear,
Who hath in dust their far-stretched pride uprolled;
All, all is mine beneath moon's silver sphere,
And nought, save virtue, can my power withhold:
This, not believed, experience true thee told,
By danger late when I to thee came near. 
As bugbear then my visage I did show,
That of my horrors thou right use mightst make
And a more sacred path of living take :
Now still walk armèd for my ruthless blow,
    Trust flattering life no more, redeem time past,
    And live each day as if it were thy last. 

– William Drummond of Hawthornden (1630)