Thursday, June 4, 2026

Inside Ovals

John Adams Whipple
Caged Cupids
ca. 1855
salted paper print
Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City, Missouri


Gaspare Venturini
Young Emperor
1592-93
oil on canvas
Galleria Estense, Modena

Louis-Bertin Parant
Julius Caesar
ca. 1812
enameled terracotta plaque (imitating cameo)
Musée du Louvre

Jacques Lipchitz
Still Life
1918
oil on canvas
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Laurent Le Magnier
Combat de l'Art contre la Nature
1667
marble relief
Musée du Louvre

Giovanni Domenico Lombardi (l'Omino)
St Aloysius Gonzaga adoring the Crucifix
ca. 1725
oil on canvas
Palazzo Mansi, Lucca

John Smart
Miniature Portrait of Mary Smart
1808
watercolor on ivory
Ashmolean Museum, Oxford

Antonio Tempesta
Death of Absalom in Battle
ca. 1605-1610
oil on copper
Gallerie degli Uffizi, Florence

Nathaniel Marchant
Portrait of Torquato Tasso
ca. 1775
plaster relief
Ashmolean Museum, Oxford

Joseph Slater
Portrait of a Man
1808
drawing
British Museum

Herman van Swanevelt
Landscape with Goats and Herders
1654
oil on copper
Musée du Louvre

Thomas Rowlandson
Time ravishing Truth
before 1827
ink and watercolor on paper
British Museum

John Riley
Portrait of James, Duke of York
ca. 1675
oil on canvas
Ashmolean Museum, Oxford

Padovanino (Alessandro Varotari)
Parable of the Wise and Foolish Virgins
ca. 1636-37
oil on canvas
Gallerie dell'Accademia, Venice

Raffaellino da Reggio (Raffaele Motta)
Portrait of a Youth
ca. 1570
drawing
British Museum

Christian Friedrich Zincke
Miniature Portrait of a Young Man
ca. 1730
enamel on copper
Ashmolean Museum, Oxford

Konstantin Somov
Venetian Carnival
1930
gouache on paper
Ashmolean Museum, Oxford

from The Prisoner of Chillon

A kind of change came in my fate,
My keepers grew compassionate;
I know not what had made them so,
They were inured to sights of woe,
But so it was: my broken chain
With links unfastened did remain,
And it was liberty to stride
Along my cell from side to side
And up and down, and then athwart,
And tread it over every part;
And round the pillars one by one,
Returning where my walk begun,
Avoiding only, as I trod, 
My brothers' graves without a sod;
For if I thought with heedless tread
My step profaned their lowly bed,
My breath came gaspingly and thick,
And my crushed heart felt blind and sick.

– George Gordon, Lord Byron (1816)