How beautiful is this statue from the antique collection at the Rodin Museum? Rodin collected Greek, Roman and Egyptian art for over 20 years and left it to the French state as part of his own works’ bequest.
I’m pretty sure that I’ve written before about how much I enjoy finding unexpected correspondences between a places, but I have a similar thing for faces.
(c) Richard Woodward (nephew); Supplied by The Public Catalogue Foundation
It struck me as I was going round the Musee d’Orsay how much this Fantin-Latour sitter’s face is like a Gerald Brocklehurst from 70 years later.
Or how Berthe Morisot’s defiant face, painted by Manet in the 1860s, is exactly like this young girl’s face in Doisneau’s photo of 1957.
Or that this Bonnard really does feel like it could sit in the American Midwest.
All photos on the left of the pairs by me from the Musee d’Orsay.
Angela Burdett-Coutts was not only a formidable philanthropist and champion of Dickens, she also clearly had a good eye for a bit of gold-glitzed tartan. Joking aside, I do like how the National Portrait Gallery is finally including more women on its walls, from Georgian actresses and suffragettes to the artists themselves. About time! Follow along on their Instagram feed for more wonderful discoveries, including pieces from their recent photographic commissions.
This quirky shot of Larsen’s Winter day at the zoo from Ordrupgaard’s Instagram feed really made me laugh.
The Portland Art Museum has a really good collection, from sculptures in the courtyard outside the entrance hall to prehistoric Chinese art,
modern woodblocks, dancing gods, Versailles artists and portraits
Impressionists and Roman Syrian art,
and three generations of the Wyeth family.
From top to bottom: street art, Chinese artefacts from 200 BCE, Jiang Bibo, Shiva from S India, Buddha from China, Jean-Baptiste Monnoyer x2, Gabriel Revel, Marianne Loyer, Alexandre Calame, Boucher, Gustavo Courbet and tomb carvings from Roman Syria, Julian Alder Weir x2, NC Wyeth, Eugene Speicher, Andrew Wyeth. Jamie Wyeth and Oswald Achenbach.
Still finding London’s war memorials whenever I go. This one’s in Baker Street. If you want a literary record of the Second World War, then VS Pritchett’s London Perceived, written in 1962 but republished with a new foreword in 1985, reflected how the post war building boom saw London lose its “almost Venetian” low skyline. Funny to read as a Londoner who’s grown up with a much more diverse city and rather likes the skyline from Waterloo Bridge.