Wednesday, November 5, 2025

Ornamental

attributed to Giovanni Battista Palumba
Leda and the Swan with four infants hatched from eggs:
Castor, Pollux, Helen and Clytemnestra

ca. 1500-1520
drawing (print study)
British Museum


Parmigianino (Francesco Mazzola)
Figure Studies
ca. 1526-27
drawing
British Museum

Patanazzi Family of Urbino
Pilgrim Flask with Heraldic Shield
ca. 1600
maiolica
British Museum

Giulio Parigi
Baroque Landscape with Hunter
1612
drawing
British Museum

Claes Jansz Visscher
St Anthonis Poort, Amsterdam
ca. 1633
drawing (print study)
British Museum

Hendrick Cornelisz Vroom
Coast Scene with Rock Formation
before 1640
drawing
British Museum

Gian Paolo Panini
Capriccio of Classical Architecture with Figures
before 1765
drawing
British Museum

Joseph-Marie Vien
Sultane Reine
1748
etching
British Museum

Jean-Baptiste Pillemont
Landscape with Washerwomen and Fishermen
ca. 1775
oil on canvas
Liechtenstein Museum, Vienna

Mary Delany
Pontederia Cordata
1782
collage, watercolor and gouache on paper
British Museum

Johann August Nahl the Younger
Bacchante
ca. 1790-1800
etching
British Museum

Nicola Vianelli
Arch of Benevento
1848
drawing
British Museum

Joseph Noel Paton
Drapery Study
1884
drawing
British Museum

Henry Oliver Walker
Mrs William T. Evans and her Son
1895
oil on canvas
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Édouard Vuillard
Place Vintimille
1909-1910
distemper on paper, mounted on canvas
(pair of decorative panels)
Guggenheim Museum, New York

Raoul Dufy
Hommage à Mozart
1915
watercolor and ink on paper
Buffalo AKG Art Museum, New York

John Walker
Ithaca
1993
lithograph and screenprint
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Solum Mihi Superest Sepulchrum

    Welcome, thou safe retreat!
Where the injured man may fortify
'Gainst the invasions of the great;
Where the lean slave, who the oar doth ply,
Soft as his admiral may lie.

    Great statist! 'Tis your doom,
Though your designs swell high and wide,
To be contracted in a tomb!
And all your happy cares provide
But for your heir authórized pride. 

    Nor shall your shade delight
In the pomp of your proud obsequies.
And should the present flattery write
A glorious epitaph, the wise
Will say, 'The poet's wit here lies.'

    How reconciled to fate
Will grow the agèd villager,
When he shall see your funeral state!
Since death will him as warm inter
As you in your gay sepulchre.

    The great decree of God
Makes every path of mortals lead
To this dark common period.
For what by ways so e'er we tread,
We end our journey 'mong the dead. 

    Even I, while humble zeal
Makes fancy a sad truth indite,
Insensible away do steal;
And when I'm lost in death's cold night,
Who will remember, now I write?

– William Habington (1634)