Michiel 2005's photos with the keyword: arte

Bartolomeo e Pompeo Morganti, 1534

17th century.

Maestro of the Polyptych of Torre di Palme, end of the 14th century.

Il Domenichino, before 1627.

Domenico Sacchetta, 16th century.

Il Guercino, 1641 This painting inspired Robert Browning to the following poem: The Guardian-Angel A PICTURE AT FANO. I. Dear and great Angel, wouldst thou only leave That child, when thou hast done with him, for me! Let me sit all the day here, that when eve Shall find performed thy special ministry, And time come for departure, thou, suspending Thy flight, mayst see another child for tending, Another still, to quiet and retrieve. II. Then I shall feel thee step one step, no more, From where thou standest now, to where I gaze, —-And suddenly my head is covered o'er With those wings, white above the child who prays Now on that tomb—-and I shall feel thee guarding Me, out of all the world; for me, discarding Yon heaven thy home, that waits and opes its door. III. I would not look up thither past thy head Because the door opes, like that child, I know, For I should have thy gracious face instead, Thou bird of God! And wilt thou bend me low Like him, and lay, like his, my hands together, And lift them up to pray, and gently tether Me, as thy lamb there, with thy garment's spread? IV. If this was ever granted, I would rest My bead beneath thine, while thy healing hands Close-covered both my eyes beside thy breast, Pressing the brain, which too much thought expands, Back to its proper size again, and smoothing Distortion down till every nerve had soothing, And all lay quiet, happy and suppressed. V. How soon all worldly wrong would be repaired! I think how I should view the earth and skies And sea, when once again my brow was bared After thy healing, with such different eyes. O world, as God has made it! All is beauty: And knowing this, is love, and love is duty. What further may be sought for or declared? VI. Guercino drew this angel I saw teach (Alfred, dear friend!)—-that little child to pray, Holding the little hands up, each to each Pressed gently,—-with his own head turned away Over the earth where so much lay before him Of work to do, though heaven was opening o'er him, And he was left at Fano by the beach. VII. We were at Fano, and three times we went To sit and see him in his chapel there, And drink his beauty to our soul's content —-My angel with me too: and since I care For dear Guercino's fame (to which in power And glory comes this picture for a dower, Fraught with a pathos so magnificent)—- VIII. And since he did not work thus earnestly At all times, and has else endured some wrong—- I took one thought his picture struck from me, And spread it out, translating it to song. My love is here. Where are you, dear old friend? How rolls the Wairoa at your world's far end? This is Ancona, yonder is the sea.

Perugino, 1488–1497

Perugino, 1488–1497

Perugino, 1488–1497

From the movie Metropolis . Just before it is destroyed by an angry mob.