Friday, May 8, 2026

Named Face

Erhard Altdorfer
Saint John the Evangelist on Patmos
ca. 1515
oil on panel
Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City


Louis-Simon Boizot
Jean Racine
1787
marble
Musée du Louvre

Henri Cartier-Bresson
Arthur Miller tending his garden in Roxbury, Connecticut
1960
gelatin silver print
Loeb Art Center, Vassar College, Poughkeepsie, New York

John Dugdale
Self Portrait with Keats's Death Mask
1999
cyanotype
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

Edme-Étienne François Gois
Corinna
1836
marble
Musée du Louvre

Otto Greiner
Franz Langheinrich mit Frau
1901
lithograph
British Museum

Annie Leibovitz
Susan Sontag
1991
gelatin silver print
Scottish National Portrait Gallery, Edinburgh

Carlo Maratti
Saint John the Evangelist
1700
oil on canvas
Palazzo Barberini, Rome

Mino da Fiesole
Diotisalvi Neroni
1464
marble
Musée du Louvre

Alexander Moffat
Iain Crichton Smith
1980
oil on canvas
Scottish National Portrait Gallery, Edinburgh

Denis Peploe
Sydney Goodsir Smith
ca. 1945
oil on canvas
Scottish National Portrait Gallery, Edinburgh

Kuz'ma Petrov-Vodkin
Anna Akhmatova
1922
oil on canvas
State Russian Museum, Saint Petersburg

Hyacinthe Rigaud
Jacques-Bénigne Bossuet (in purple moiré satin)
1698
oil on canvas
Gallerie degli Uffizi, Florence

Hendrick de Somer (Enrico Fiammingo)
Saint Jerome composing the Latin Bible
ca. 1645
oil on canvas
Palazzo Barberini, Rome

Southworth & Hawes
Francis Parkman
ca. 1852
daguerreotype
National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC

Pieter Antonie von Verschaffelt
Voltaire
1760
marble
Musée du Louvre

Edouard Vuillard
Théodore Duret
1912
oil on cardboard, mounted on panel
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

from On the Death of Donne

The Muses' garden, with pedantic weeds
O'erspread, was purged by thee; the lazy seeds
Of servile imitation thrown away
And fresh invention planted. Thou didst pay
The debts of our penurious bankrupt age,
Licentious thefts, that make poetic rage
A mimic fury, when our souls must be
Possessed, or with Anacreon's ecstasy,
Or Pindar's, not their own; the subtle cheat
Of sly exchanges, and the juggling feat
Of two-edged words, or whatsoever wrong
By ours was done the Greek or Latin tongue,
Thou hast redeemed, and opened us a mine
Of rich and pregnant fancy, drawn a line
Of masculine expression, which, had good
Old Orpheus seen, or all the ancient brood
Our superstitious fools admire and hold
Their lead more precious than thy burnished gold,
Thou hadst been their Exchequer, and no more
They each in other's dust had raked for ore. 

– Thomas Carew (1633)