Monday, March 2, 2026

From Above

Per-Erik Nilsson
 Orange Still Life
1985
oil on panel
Göteborgs Konstmuseum, Sweden

Horst Strempel
Still Life with Torsos
ca. 1947
oil on canvas
Galerie Neue Meister (Albertinum), Dresden

Fritiof Schüldt
Still Life with Phone Book
1932
oil on canvas
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Mikhail Larionov
Still Life with Lobster
1907
oil on canvas
Museum Ludwig, Cologne

Ernst Ludwig Kirchner
Still Life with Jug
1912
oil on canvas
Von der Heydt Museum, Wuppertal

Marsden Hartley
Still Life
1910
gouache and pastel on paper
Saint Louis Art Museum

Alexander Kanoldt
Still Life
ca. 1909-10
oil on canvas
Staatliche Kunsthalle, Karlsruhe

Georg Flegel
Still Life with Fried Eggs
ca. 1630-35
oil on panel
Staatsgalerie im Schloss Johannisburg, Aschaffenburg

Erma Bossi
Interior with Lamp
1909
oil on canvas
Lenbachhaus, Munich

Vladimir Baranoff-Rossiné
La Table Mauve
1912
oil on canvas
Museum Ludwig, Cologne

Max Beckmann
Still Life with Dressing Table
1940
oil on canvas
Staatsgalerie Stuttgart

Juan Gris
Still Life with Oil Lamp
1912
oil on canvas
Kröller-Müller Museum, Otterlo, Netherlands

Willy Kriegel
Still Life with Aquarium
1928
oil on panel
Galerie Neue Meister (Albertinum), Dresden

Ragnar Hallberg
Still Life with Smoked Herrings
1923
oil on panel
Göteborgs Konstmuseum, Sweden

Franz Lenk
Still Life
1927
mixed media on canvas
Kunsthalle Mannheim

Adolphe Martial-Potémont
Lettres d'Alsace et de Lorraine
ca. 1870
oil on canvas
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Pau

Alas, cruel sickness, why dost thou grudge the souls of men their sojourn with lovely youth? Timarchus, too, in his youth thou hast robbed of his sweet life ere he looked on a wedded wife. 

If thou wouldst seek Timarchus in Hades to enquire anything about the soul, or about how it shall be with thee hereafter, ask for Pausanias' son of the tribe Ptolemais, and it is in the abode of the pious that thou shalt find him. 

A nymph from the mountains carried off Astacides, the Cretan goat-herd, and now Astacides is holy. No more, ye shepherds, beneath the oaks of Dicte shall we sing of Daphnis, but ever of Astacides. 

Who knows well tomorrow's fate, when thee, Charmis, who wast yesterday in our eyes, we bewailed and buried next day. Thy father Diophon never looked upon any more grievous thing.

Timonoe! But who art thou? By heaven I would not have recognised thee, had not thy father's name Timotheus and thy city's Methymna stood on the grave-stone. I know of a truth that thy widowed husband Euthymenes is in sore distress.

Know thou who passest my monument that I am the son and father of Callimachus of Cyrene. Thou wilt have heard of both: the one once held the office of general in his city and the other sang songs which overcame envy. No marvel, for those on whom the Muses did not look askance in boyhood they do not cast off when they are grey. 

– from Book VI (Sepulchral Epigrams) of the Greek Anthology, translated and edited by W.R. Paton (1917)