Friday, March 20, 2026

Recession (Spatial) / Perspective (Atmospheric) - I

Herri met de Bles
Landscape with Burning City
ca. 1500
oil on panel
Museum of Fine Arts, Boston

Paul-Emmanuel Péraire
Gust of Wind
1892
oil on canvas
Musée Salies, Bagnères-de-Bigorre

Anonymous Italian Artist
Country Scene with Aqueduct
ca. 1796
drawing
Museo Poldi Pezzoli, Milan

Anita Rée
Ravine at Pians
1921
oil on canvas
Hamburger Kunsthalle

Daniel de Monfreid
Gorges de Fuilla
1899
oil on canvas
Musée Hyacinthe Rigaud, Perpignan

Claude Monet
Shore at Fécamp
1881
oil on canvas
Musée d'Art Moderne André Malraux, Le Havre

Max Liebermann
Terrace of the Hotel Jacob in Nienstedten on the Elbe
1902-03
oil on canvas
Hamburger Kunsthalle

Isaac Major
Wild Landscape with Figures
ca. 1630
etching
Herzog August Bibliothek, Wolfenbüttel

Franz Kobell
Landscape with Ruins
before 1822
drawing
Städel Museum, Frankfurt

Adriaen van der Poel
Ice Skaters
1652
oil on canvas
Hessisches Landesmuseum, Darmstadt

August Ahlborn
View of the Neue Palais, Potsdam
1826
oil on canvas
Landesmuseum, Hannover

Dankvart Dreyer
Landscape near Hammermøllen
1843
oil on canvas
Statens Museum for Kunst, Copenhagen

Pierre Patel
Jacob wrestling with the Angel in a Landscape
ca. 1640
oil on canvas
Musée d'Art et d'Histoire de Narbonne

Otto Modersohn
Autumn on the Marsh
1895
oil on canvas
Kunsthalle Bremen

Hanns Lautensack
River Landscape with Castle
1553
etching
Graphische Sammlung, ETH Zürich

James McNeill Whistler
Brown and Silver - Old Battersea Bridge
ca. 1859-63
oil on canvas
Addison Gallery of American Art,
Phillips Academy, Andover, Massachusetts

Thy mind, by its sweet light, conquered the sun, ever flashing forth soft brilliance of wisdom to illuminate mortals, a pleasant and painless splendour.

May holy Adrasteia preserve thee, and Nemesis, the maiden who treadeth in our track, she who has cheated many. I fear for thy body's lovely form, O youth; for thy mental gifts and the strength of thy divine courage, for thy learning and thy prudent counsel. Such we are told, Drusus, are the children of the blessed immortals. 

"By our children," she said, "I implore thee, if thou layest me out dead, enter not a second time into the loving bond of wedlock." She spoke, but he hastened to take another wife. Yet Philinna, even dead, punished Diogenes for forgetting her. For on the first night the wrath from which there is no escape laid their chamber in ruins, so that the sun never shone on his second marriage.

Here I lie, the luckless city, no longer a city, with my dead inhabitants, most ill-fated of all towns. After the Earth-shaker's shock Hephaestus consumed me. Alas, how excellent my beauty who now am dust! But as ye pass by bewail my fate, and let fall a tear for destroyed Berytus.

Stop not thy ship's course, mariner, because of me; lower not thy sails; thou seest the harbour dry. I am but one tomb. Let some other place that knows not mourning hear the beat of thine oars as thy ship approaches. This is Poseidon's pleasure and that of the Hospitable gods. Farewell seafarers, farewell wayfarers!

Grey time goes along in silence, but as he creeps by he steals the voices of speaking men. Himself unseen, he makes the seen unseen and brings the unseen to light. O undetermined end of the life of men who day by day advance towards the dark!

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