Showing posts with label 1600s. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1600s. Show all posts
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Hendrick Hondius... POST FUNERA VITA: AFTER BURIAL, LIFE..1690
Monograms of deceased artists on pyramids: AD (Albrecht Dürer) L (Lucas van Leyden) MVH (Maarten van Heemskerk) AG (Heinrich Aldegrever) HS (Hans Schäufelein)
POST FUNERA VITA
Pallida Mors omnes petit. huic parere necesse est.
Non Color hic ullus, non juvat ullus Honos.
Qui bene vixerunt, horum est POST FUNERA VITA :
Qui bene pinxerunt vivere Morte puta.
Ad vivum pictis tabulas nova vita paratur.
Post mortem ut possit vivere quisque parent.
Translation:
Pale death1 attacks all. We have to obey it. No colour or honour is of any help here. For those who have lived well, there is life after burial. [As for] those who have painted well, consider that they live in death. A new life is set out in lifelike paintings2: let each set out to be able to live after death.
Pallida Mors omnes petit. huic parere necesse est.
Non Color hic ullus, non juvat ullus Honos.
Qui bene vixerunt, horum est POST FUNERA VITA :
Qui bene pinxerunt vivere Morte puta.
Ad vivum pictis tabulas nova vita paratur.
Post mortem ut possit vivere quisque parent.
Translation:
Pale death1 attacks all. We have to obey it. No colour or honour is of any help here. For those who have lived well, there is life after burial. [As for] those who have painted well, consider that they live in death. A new life is set out in lifelike paintings2: let each set out to be able to live after death.
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Sunday, February 19, 2012
Bookplate...Francisco Hernández...1651...natural treasures of the new world
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Monday, October 3, 2011
MURILLO Y VELARDE, TOMÁS DE...ratado de raras, y peregrinas yervas . . . y sus maravillosas virtudes 1674
a work by the physician to King Philip IV of Spain on the qualities and medicinal properties of southernwood, ox-eye camomile, and mandrake.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
Friday, September 9, 2011
Hans Troschel (1585-1628) after Simon Vouet (1590-1649)... Satyrs
click on image to enlargeSatyrs admiring the anamorphosis of an Elephant; eight satyrs are pointing at a reflection cast by the elephant on the table at centre; a formal garden in background.
Engraving
Engraving
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Gerrit van Honthorst.... Saint Sebastian... c1623
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The Love Song of St. Sebastian
T. S. Eliot
I would come in a shirt of hair
I would come with a lamp in the night
And sit at the foot of your stair;
I would flog myself until I bled,
And after hour on hour of prayer
And torture and delight
Until my blood should ring the lamp
And glisten in the light;
I should arise your neophyte
And then put out the light
To follow where you lead,
To follow where your feet are white
In the darkness toward your bed
And where your gown is white
And against your gown your braided hair.
Then you would take me in
Because I was hideous in your sight
You would take me in without shame
Because I should be dead
And when the morning came
Between your breasts should lie my head.
I would come with a towel in my hand
And bend your head beneath my knees;
Your earls curl back in a certain way
Like no one’s else in all the world.
When all the world shall melt in the sun,
Melt or freeze,
I shall remember how your ears were curled.
I should for a moment linger
And follow the curve with my finger
And your head beneath my knees---
I think that at last you would understand.
There would be nothing more to say.
You would love me because I should have strangled you
And because of my infamy;
And I should love you the more because I mangled you
And because you were no longer beautiful
To anyone but me.
1914
T. S. Eliot
I would come in a shirt of hair
I would come with a lamp in the night
And sit at the foot of your stair;
I would flog myself until I bled,
And after hour on hour of prayer
And torture and delight
Until my blood should ring the lamp
And glisten in the light;
I should arise your neophyte
And then put out the light
To follow where you lead,
To follow where your feet are white
In the darkness toward your bed
And where your gown is white
And against your gown your braided hair.
Then you would take me in
Because I was hideous in your sight
You would take me in without shame
Because I should be dead
And when the morning came
Between your breasts should lie my head.
I would come with a towel in my hand
And bend your head beneath my knees;
Your earls curl back in a certain way
Like no one’s else in all the world.
When all the world shall melt in the sun,
Melt or freeze,
I shall remember how your ears were curled.
I should for a moment linger
And follow the curve with my finger
And your head beneath my knees---
I think that at last you would understand.
There would be nothing more to say.
You would love me because I should have strangled you
And because of my infamy;
And I should love you the more because I mangled you
And because you were no longer beautiful
To anyone but me.
1914
Friday, July 8, 2011
Boetius Adams Bolswert. (ca. 1580-1633).. emblem..
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What is mine in heaven and so what should I want on earth from Thee?
from the Pia Desideria Emblematis Elegiis by Hugo Hermann one of the most popular spiritual love emblem book ever published, illustrated with the beautiful emblematic designs of the great baroque artist Boetius Adams Bolswert.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Monday, February 28, 2011
Giuseppe Maria Mitelli (1634-1718)... Dream Alphabet ...1683
from my dream book! Alfabeto in Sogno (Dream Alphabet) by Giuseppe Maria Mitelli published in 1683
more here from what used to be a dreamy blog that inspired my interest in blogging, thankfully archives are still online.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
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