Thursday, December 11, 2025

Venus

attributed to Girolamo di Benvenuto
Venus with Cupid
ca. 1500
oil on panel
Denver Art Museum


Lucas Cranach the Elder
Venus
ca. 1518
oil on panel
National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa

Giacomo Francia
Venus and Cupid
ca. 1520-30
engraving
British Museum

Paolo Veronese and workshop
Venus and Mars
ca. 1570-80
oil on canvas
Seattle Art Museum

Christoph Gertner
Cupid with sleeping Venus
1612
drawing
Kupferstichkabinett, Staatliche Kunstsammlungen, Dresden

Paulus Moreelse
Venus and Adonis
1614
oil on panel
Centraal Museum, Utrecht

Odoardo Fialetti
Venus blindfolding Cupid
1617
etching
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

Johann Michael Rottmayr
Venus at the Forge of Vulcan
ca. 1690-95
oil on canvas
Art Institute of Chicago

Ludwigsburg Porcelain Manufactory
Venus and Adonis
1765-67
porcelain
Seattle Art Museum

François Boucher
Venus rising from the Waves
ca. 1766
oil on canvas
North Carolina Museum of Art, Raleigh

Anonymous French Maker
Venus
19th century
gilt-bronze furniture mount
Cooper Hewitt, Smithsonian Design Museum

James Pradier
Birth of Venus
1844
plaster
Musées d'Art et d'Histoire, Genève

John Gibson
Venus
1850
marble
Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney

Carl Gutherz
Cast of an Antique Venus
1869
drawing
Memphis Brooks Museum of Art, Tennessee

Karl Gussow
Washing Venus
1878
oil on canvas
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Tournai

Jules Allard et fils (Paris) after Jean-Baptiste Pigalle
Venus
ca. 1890
marble
Newport Mansions Preservation Society, Rhode Island

Paul Manship
Venus Anadyomene #2
1924
plaster
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

from Hymn to Hermes

Out of the lofty cavern wandering
He found a tortoise, and cried out – 'A treasure!'
(For Mercury first made the tortoise sing).
The beast before the portal at his leisure
The flowery herbage was depasturing,
Moving his feet in a deliberate measure
Over the turf. Jove's profitable son
Eyeing him laughed, and laughing thus begun: –

'A useful god-send are you to me now,
King of the dance, companion of the feast,
Lovely in all your nature! Welcome, you
Excellent plaything! Where, sweet mountain beast,
Got you that speckled shell? Thus much I know,
You must come home with me and be my guest;
You will give joy to me, and I will do
All that is in my power to honour you.

'Better to be at home than out of door; –
So come with me, and though it has been said
That you alive defend from magic power,
I know you will sing sweetly when you're dead.'
Thus having spoken, the quaint infant bore,
Lifting it from the grass on which it fed,
And grasping it in his delighted hold,
His treasured prize into the cavern old. 

Then scooping with a chisel of grey steel
He bored the life and soul out of the beast –
Not swifter a swift thought of woe or weal
Darts through the tumult of a human breast
Which thronging cares annoy – not swifter wheel
The flashes of its torture and unrest
Out of the dizzy eyes – than Maia's son
All that he did devise hath featly done.

And through the tortoise's hard strong skin
At proper distances small holes he made,
And fastened the cut stems of reeds within,
And with a piece of leather overlaid
The open space and fixed the cubits in,
Fitting the bridge to both, and stretched o'er all
Symphonious cords of sheep gut rhythmical.

– Homeric Hymns (8th-6th century BC), translated by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1820)