Showing posts with label spring. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spring. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 30, 2026

Seasonal

Lodovico Settevecchie and Leonardo da Brescia
The Four Seasons
ca. 1570
fresco
Castello Estense, Ferrara


Neil Welliver
Shadow
1977
oil on canvas
Museum of Modern Art, New York

Stuart Franklin
Deer Farm at the Rothiemurcus Estate
2009
inkjet print
Scottish National Gallery of Modern Art, Edinburgh

Howard Hodgkin
Spring Rain
2000-2002
oil on panel
Museum of Modern Art, New York

François Barois
Pomona, or, Spring
ca. 1693-1705
marble term
Musée du Louvre

Alfred Edward Chalon
Herb Gatherer
(illustration for 'Spring' in Thomson's Seasons)
1810
drawing
British Museum

Charles Demuth
Spring
1921
oil on canvas
Art Institute of Chicago

Oleksandr Bohomazov
Rayonist Composition: Spring
1914
oil on canvas
private collection

Maurice Denis
Badminton
1900
oil on canvas
Musée d'Orsay, Paris

Séraphine
Tree of Paradise
ca. 1928
oil on canvas
Museum of Modern Art, New York

Joan Eardley
Harvest
1960
oil on panel
Scottish National Gallery of Modern Art, Edinburgh

Kazimir Malevich
To the Harvest: Marthe and Vanka
ca. 1928-29
oil on canvas
State Russian Museum, Saint Petersburg

Abraham van Diepenbeeck
Harvest Feast
before 1675
ink and wash on paper
British Museum

Ettore Tito
Autumn
1914
oil on canvas
Galleria Nazionale d'Arte Moderna e Contemporanea, Rome

Maurice de Vlaminck
Autumn Landscape
ca. 1905
oil on canvas
Museum of Modern Art, New York

Charmion von Wiegand
The Wheel of the Seasons
1957
oil on canvas
Buffalo AKG Art Museum, New York

Meissen Manufactory (Dresden)
Figures of the Four Seasons
18th century
porcelain
Musée du Louvre

    Most readers, at the present day, now that the whole noisy controversy has long taken its quiet place in the perspective of Time, would, I think, agree that Diderot and the rest of the Encyclopaedists were mistaken.  As we see him now, in that long vista, Rousseau was not a wicked man; he was an unfortunate, a distracted, a deeply sensitive, a strangely complex, creature; and, above all else, he possessed the quality which cut him off from his contemporaries, which set an immense gulf betwixt him and them: he was modern.  Among those quick, strong, fiery people of the eighteenth century, he belonged to another world – to the new world of self-consciousness, and doubt, and hesitation, of mysterious melancholy and quiet intimate delights, of long reflexions amid the solitudes of Nature, of infinite introspection amid the solitudes of the heart.  Who can wonder that he was misunderstood, and buffeted, and driven mad?  Who can wonder that, in his agitation, his perplexities, his writhings, he seemed, to the pupils of Voltaire, little less than a frenzied fiend?  'Cet homme est un forcené!'  Diderot exclaims. 'Je tâche en vain de faire de la poésie, mais cet homme me revient tout à travers mon travail; il me trouble, et je suis comme si j'avais à côté de moi un damné: il est damné, cela est sûr . . .  J'avoue que je n'ai jamais éprouvé un trouble d'âme si terrible que celui que j'ai . . .  Que je me revois plus cet homme-là, il me ferait croire au diable et à l'enfer.  Si je suis jamais forcé de retourner chez lui, je suis sûr que je frémirai tout le long du chemin: j'avais la fièvre en revenant . . .  On entendait ses cris jusqu'au bout du jardin; et je le voyais!  . . .  Les poètes ont bien fait de mettre un intervalle immense entre le ciel and les enfers.  En vérité, la main me tremble.'   Every word of that is stamped with sincerity; Diderot was writing from his heart.  But he was wrong; the 'intervalle immense' across which, so strangely and so horribly, he had caught glimpses of what he had never seen before, was not the abyss between heaven and hell, but between the old world and the new. 

– Lytton Strachey on Jean-Jacques Rousseau (1907)

Friday, December 15, 2017

Seasons in Pictures and Words

attributed to Hendrik van Balen
Cybele and the Seasons, with Garland
ca. 1615
oil on panel
Prado, Madrid

Giuseppe Maria Crespi
Apotheosis of Hercules, with the Four Seasons
ca. 1700
ceiling fresco
Palazzo Pepoli-Campogrande, Bologna

Bartolomeo Manfredi
Allegory of the Four Seasons
ca. 1610
oil on canvas
Dayton Art Institute, Ohio

ALL WORLDLY PLEASURES FADE

The winter with his griefly stormes no lenger dare abyde,
The pleasant grasse, with lusty grene, the earth hath newly dyde.
The trees have leves, the bowes down spread, new changed is the yere.
The water brokes are cleane sanke down, the pleasant bankes apere.
The spring is come, the goodly nymphes now dance in every place
Thus hath the yere most pleasantly of late ychangde his face.
Hope for no immortalitie, for wealth will weare away,
As we may learne by every yere, yea howres of every day.
For Zepharus doth mollifye the colde and blustering windes:
The somers drought doth take away the spryng out of our minds.
And yet the somer cannot last, but once must step asyde,
The Autumn thinkes to kepe his place, but Autumn cannot bide.
For when he hath brought furth his fruits and stuft the barns with corn,
The winter eates and empties all, and thus is Autumn worne.
Then hory frostes possesse the place, the tempestes work much harm,
The rage of stormes done make al colde which somer had made so warm
Wherefore let no man put his trust in that, that will decay,
For slipper wealth will not continue, pleasure will weare away.
For when that we have lost our lyfe, and lye under a stone,
What are we then, we are but earth, then is our pleasure gon.
No man can tell what god almight of every wight doth cast,
No man can say to day I live, till morne my life shall last.
For when thou shalt before thy judge stand to receive thy doom,
What sentence Minos doth pronounce that must of thee become.
Then shall not noble stock and blud redeme thee from his handes,
Nor sugared talke with eloquence shal lowse thee from his handes.
Nor yet thy lyfe uprightly led, can help thee out of hell,
For who descendeth downe so depe, must there abyde and dwell.
Diana could not thence deliver chaste Hyppolitus,
Nor Theseus could not call to life his friende Perithous.

– translated anonymously from the Odes of Horace and published (1557) in Tottel's Miscellany

Nicolas Poussin
Four Seasons (Spring) - Garden of Eden
1660-64
oil on canvas
Louvre, Paris

Nicolas Poussin
Four Seasons (Summer) - Ruth and Boaz
1660-64
oil on canvas
Louvre, Paris

Nicolas Poussin
Four Seasons (Autumn) - Return of the Spies
1660-64
oil on canvas
Louvre, Paris

Nicolas Poussin
Four Seasons (Winter) - The Deluge
1660-64
oil on canvas
Louvre, Paris

Francesco Foschi
Winter Landscape with Figures
ca. 1750-80
oil on canvas
Museo Thyssen-Bornemisza, Madrid

Francesco Foschi
Winter Landscape with Peasant Family
ca. 1750-80
oil on canvas
Museo Thyssen-Bornemisza, Madrid

Denys van Alsloot
Winter Landscape
1610
oil on panel
Louvre, Paris

Francisco Goya
Tapestry cartoon - Snowstorm
1786
oil on canvas
Prado, Madrid

William Williams
Thunderstorm with the Death of Amelia
(illustration of 'Summer' from James Thomson's poem, The Seasons)

1784
oil on canvas
Tate Britain

Caspar David Friedrich
Monk by the Sea
ca. 1808-10
oil on canvas
Alte Nationalgalerie Berlin

John Singer Sargent
Mannequin in the Snow
ca. 1891-93
oil on canvas
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

Sunday, May 3, 2015

Polaroids


Today was my daughter's first day back after several days away. She took a reunion Polaroid of Mabel. They showed me a new Lego unicorn that was one of the welcome-home treats and surprises opened at breakfast to celebrate.

Weekly Polaroids from other recent eventful weeks below.






Thursday, April 30, 2015

Breakfast

Thursday
6:45 a.m.
San Francisco

This was my second morning arriving at Mabel's place in time to help her get ready for a day at preschool, and then journey there with her. Yesterday on our walk to school we saw five or six wild parrots with green bodies and red heads clinging to a bird feeder suspended from an upper-story fire escape. We stood and watched them for ten minutes, making speculations and remarks. Today I brought in breakfast from the cafe across the street. Mabel picked the cinnamon roll and is shown in the process of unwinding it. She let me have the blueberry bran muffin.


Sunday, April 19, 2015

Pink Blob



Mabel painted a pink blob on purple paper and then decided to cut out the shape she had made while the paper was still damp.






When we had finished painting for the afternoon, we put Mabel's painted cut-outs alongside my painted rectangles for a group picture. Mabel did actually do some of the work on my pictures, but I did not do any of the work on her cut-outs.