Friday, September 11, 2026

Hand-Held

Simone Martini
St Ansanus
ca. 1326
tempera on panel (altarpiece fragment)
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York


Innocenzo da Imola
Mary Magdalen
before 1548
oil on panel
Palazzo dei Musei, Modena

Anonymous Italian Painter after Andrea del Sarto
St Sebastian
ca. 1550-1600
oil on canvas
Museo degli Innocenti, Florence

Mathieu Jacquet
Genius with Crown
1597
marble relief
(fragment of chimneypiece from Fontainebleau)
Musée du Louvre

Lucas Kilian
Self Portrait
1634
engraving
British Museum

Nicolas de Largillière
Study of Hands
ca. 1715
oil on canvas
Musée du Louvre

François Le Moyne
Cleopatra
ca. 1722-24
oil on canvas
North Carolina Museum of Art, Raleigh

David Martin
Portrait of Elizabeth Rannie, Viscountess Melville
1770
oil on canvas
Scottish National Portrait Gallery, Edinburgh

Francesco Maggiotto
Self Portrait with two Students
1792
oil on canvas
Gallerie dell'Accademia, Venice

Ludwig Hohlwein
Kaffee Hag
1913
lithograph (poster)
Museum of Modern Art, New York

Robert Henri
Seated Nude
ca. 1918
oil on canvas
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Gustavs Klucis
Self Portrait
1926
gelatin silver print
Museum of Modern Art, New York

Karl Hofer
The Record Player
1939
oil on canvas
Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City

Vivian Maier
Self Portrait, New York City
1955
gelatin silver print
Loeb Art Center, Vassar College, Poughkeepsie, New York

Pirkle Jones
Walnut Grove, California
1961
gelatin silver print
San Francisco Museum of Modern Art

Graciela Iturbide
Magnolia en el Espejo - Juchitán, Oaxaca
1986
gelatin silver print
Loeb Art Center, Vassar College, Poughkeepsie, New York

William Kentridge
Drawing for the film Tide Table
2003
charcoal on paper
San Francisco Museum of Modern Art

from Mariana

With blackest moss the flower-pots
    Were thickly crusted, one and all:
The rusted nails fell from the knots
    That held the pear to the gable-wall.
The broken sheds looked sad and strange:
    Unlifted was the clinking latch;
    Weeded and worn the ancient thatch
Upon the lonely moated grange.
        She only said, 'My life is dreary,
            He cometh not,' she said;
        She said, 'I am aweary, weary,
            I would that I were dead!'

The sparrow's chirrup on the roof,
    The slow clock ticking, and the sound
Which to the wooing wind aloof
    The poplar made, did all confound
Her sense; but most she loathed the hour
    When the thick-moated sunbeam lay
    Athwart the chambers, and the day
Was sloping toward his western bower.
        Then, said she, 'I am very dreary,
            He will not come,' she said;
        She wept, 'I am aweary, weary,
            Oh God, that I were dead!'

– Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1830)