Sunday, September 13, 2026

Hand-Held

Sano di Pietro
St Benedict
ca. 1460
tempera and gold on panel
Pinacoteca Vaticana, Rome


Raphael and workshop
Portrait of Pope Julius II della Rovere
(after autograph version, National Gallery, London)
ca. 1512
tempera on panel
Gallerie degli Uffizi, Florence

Francesco Prata
Portrait of a Man
ca. 1515-18
oil on panel
Accademia Carrara, Bergamo

Domenico Puligo (Domenico Ubaldini)
Portrait of a Woman as the Magdalen
ca. 1515-19
oil on panel
Gallerie degli Uffizi, Florence

Pordenone (Giovanni Antonio Licinio)
St Christopher
ca. 1525
oil on canvas
Eskanazi Museum of Art,
Indiana University, Bloomington

Francesco Maria Rondani
Portrait of a Man holding a Palm
ca. 1525
oil on panel
Clark Art Institute, Williamstown, Massachusetts

Francesco Salviati
Adam and Eve
ca. 1540
oil on canvas
Palazzo Colonna, Rome

Raffaellino da Reggio (Raffaele Motta)
Angel with Torch
before 1578
drawing
British Museum

Marcantonio Prestinari
Adonis
1602
marble
Musée du Louvre

Jusepe de Ribera
St Bartholomew
ca. 1630
oil on canvas
Birmingham Museum of Art, Alabama

Mattia Preti (il Cavalier Calabrese)
Christ tempted by the Devil
ca. 1680-85
oil on canvas
Palazzo Spada, Rome

Michele Ridolfi
Portrait of contralto Brigida Lorenzani Nerici
1822
oil on canvas
Palazzo Mansi, Lucca

Luigi Sabatelli
Radamisto defending Zenobia
(scene from the Annals of Tacitus)
ca. 1840
oil on canvas
Museo Civico, Pistoia

Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Study for The Bower Meadow
ca. 1870-72
drawing
Ashmolean Museum, Oxford

Auguste Renoir
Marie-Thérèse Durand-Ruel sewing
1882
oil on canvas
Clark Art Institute, Williamstown, Massachusetts

Norman Rockwell
The Doll's Bed
ca. 1920
oil on canvas
Buffalo AKG Art Museum, New York

Irene Poon
Denmark
1993
gelatin silver print
San Francisco Museum of Modern Art

from Song of the Lotos-Eaters

We have had enough of action, and of motion we,
Rolled to starboard, rolled to larboard, when the surge was seething free,
Where the wallowing monster spouted his foam-fountains in the sea.
Let us swear an oath, and keep it with an equal mind,
In the hollow Lotos-land to live and lie reclined
On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind.
For they lie beside their nectar, and the bolts are hurled
Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curled
Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming world:
Where they smile in secret, looking over wasted lands,
Blight and famine, plague and earthquake, roaring deeps and fiery sands,
Clanging fights, and flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands. 
But they smile, they find a music centred in a doleful song
Steaming up, a lamentation and an ancient tale of wrong,
Like a tale of little meaning though the words are strong;
Chanted from an ill-used race of men that cleave the soil,
Sow the seed, and reap the harvest with enduring toil,
Storing yearly little dues of wheat, and wine and oil;
Till they perish and they suffer – some, 'tis whispered – down in hell
Suffer endless anguish, others in Elysian valleys dwell,
Resting weary limbs at last on beds of asphodel.

– Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1832)