#von honthorst

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"i drink to make other people more interesting."

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Gerard van Honthorst (Dutch, 1592-1656) Allegory of the marriage of William Frederick of Orange-Nassau and Amalia von Solms, n.d.

[nancydrewwouldnever]

Gerard von Honthorst, The Denial of St. Peter, ca. 1623, oil/canvas (Institute of Art, Minneapolis)

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Christus vor dem Hohenpriester, 1617 von Gerrit van Honthorst (1617, Öl auf Leinwand)

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Louise Henriette Leads Friedrich Wilhelm, Elector of Brandenburg, to Her Parents

Artist: Gerard van Honthorst (Dutch, 1592–1656

Date: 1649

Medium: OIl on Canvas

Louise Henriette of Nassau (Dutch: Louise Henriëtte van Nassau, German: Luise Henriette von Nassau; 7 December 1627 – 18 June 1667) was a Countess of Nassau, granddaughter of William I, Prince of Orange, "William the Silent", and an Electress of Brandenburg.

Louise Henriëtte was born in The Hague, the eldest daughter of Frederick Henry, Prince of Orange, and Amalia of Solms-Braunfels. She grew up at the court of her father, the Stadtholder of Holland, Zeeland, Utrecht, Guelders and Overijssel.

Marriage

Louise Henriëtte had to abandon her love for Henri Charles de La Trémoille, Prince of Talmant, son of Henry de La Trémoille, as her mother had royal ambitions for her. However, attempts to conclude an engagement with King Charles II of England came to nothing. Finally she was forced to marry Frederick William, Elector of Brandenburg (1620-1688), "the Great Elector," at The Hague on 7 December 1646, her nineteenth birthday, on the proposal of the Brandenburg diplomat Joachim Friedrich von Blumenthal.

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WILLEM VAN HONTHORST

Henriette von Nassau

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Saw some of my fave works from London’s National Gallery this week.

Clockwise from top left:

Saint Sebastian, von Honthorst, 1623

A View of Delft, Fabritius, 1652

Van Gogh’s Chair, van Gogh, 1888

Summer’s Day, Morisot, 1879

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Louise Hollandine of the Palatinate (1622 – 1709) was a German aristocrat, abbess and artist (source).

She was the daughter of Frederick V of the Palatinate (for a short time King of Bohemia) and Elizabeth Stuart and therefore a great-granddaughter of Mary Stuart, Queen of Scots.

Selfportrait, ca. 1650. Photo by Sotheby's.

She was trained by Gerard van Honthorst - some of her work was attributed to him and for a long time she was considered an 'amateur'. Only since the 1980's she is recognised as an artist in her own right.

Allegorical portrait of three ladies and a child. Photo: Christies.

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Adoration of the Shepherds, Gerard van Honthorst.

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Details in Yellow

Portrait of William II and Maria Stuart, 1647, by Gerard van Honthorst.

The Reader, 1772, by Jean-Honoré Fragonard.

Maria Christina, Duchess of Teschen, 1776, by Johann Baptist von Lampi the Elder.

The Two Sisters, 1769, by Jean-Honoré Fragonard.

Afternoon Tea for Three, by Frédéric Soulacroix.

Girl in Yellow Drapery, 1901, by John William Godward.

Mrs Kettlewell, 1890, by Frederick Goodall.

The Yellow Dress, by Gustave Jean Jacquet.

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Kenjaku vibes

(Smiling Girl, a Courtesan, Holding an Obscene Image by Gerard von Honthorst)

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"Stillleben XIII"

Acryl auf Leinwand

100x90cm

2022

Mit meinen Stillleben greife ich auf eine traditionsreiche Gattung der Malerei zurück. Das Spiel zwischen der Komposition, der Symbolik, der malerischen Umsetzung und kunsthistorischen Zitaten versetzt den Inhalt des Bildes in die Gegenwart. So gilt mein Interesse der heutigen visuellen Wahrnehmung und der Rolle der Malerei als Medium.

Dieses surrealistisch angehauchte Tulpen-Stillleben beinhaltet ein Bild im Bild (der Hl.Sebastian von Gerrit van Honthorst). Subtile Symbolik der dargestellten Objekte begegnet einer reduzierten und doch kontrastreichen Farbpalette. Die steril wirkende Komposition wird von Neongelb des Rauchs aufgelockert. Das Zusammenspiel der warmen Farben erzeugt eine abweisend wirkende Kälte. Diese paradoxe Kombination beschreibt ihrerseits das Verhältnis zwischen Distanz und Nähe.

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Gerrit von Honthorst, The Matchmaker, 1625, oil/panel (Centraal Museum, Utrecht)

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Don't Mess with the Princess: "In the little box I put a turd of the Queen’s dogs"

Recently, I discovered the memoirs of Sophie von Hannover in the original French; and while I was aware and had read an, in hindsight rather inaccurate, German translation, I wanted to wait until I could get my hands on the real deal to share this amusing episode with you.

Written in 1680–81, at 50 and having grown somewhat wistful after the loss of two of her siblings in one year, Sophie decided to sit down and compose a text recounting her life. Her memoir consist of often, but not always amusing episodes (such as helping Monsieur, Louis XIV's brother, arrange his jewellery collection while the latter was only dressed in his night attire) and insightful gazes into the strange world of life at different European courts from the point of view of a woman aware and insistent on her status, yet also equipped with a refreshingly no-nonsense attitude, a dash of healthy scepticism and a wry sense of humour even in the face of personal tragedy and turmoil.

Sophie of the Palatinate aged 11 by Gerard van Honthorst, 1641, in the collection of the Detroit Institute of Art. The portrait and the two incidents recounted below seem to date to the same year.

The daughter of the Bohemian "Winter King" Frederick V of the Palatinate and Elizabeth Stuart, daughter of James I, Sophie was born and raised in exile; her father had lost his briefly-held crown during the Thirty Years' War. With her brothers and sisters, of which she, the 12th of 13 children was the youngest to survive, she was raised at Leiden, away from her widowed mother's court at The Hague because, she suspected, "the sight of her guenons and dogs was more agreeable to her than that of us." After the death of her little brother at around 10 to 11 years and being the only remaining child in the nursery, the household at Leiden was dissolved, and Sophie sent to live with her mother and sisters at The Hague, where her quick wit made her a centre of court life:

[…] The Prince of Taranto [Henri Charles de La Trémoille, 1620–1672] was among them, who avoided me like the plague, having not enough wit to defend himself. Among the others there were Monsieur de Zulestem and Marigné. One of them was Flemish, the natural son of Prince [Frederick] Henry of Orange, and his taunts were not very polite. One day, I found them too familiar, and in order to avenge myself in the field and to thoroughly wash his head [literal translation of the German phrase jemandem den Kopf waschen, meaning to tell someone off], I wanted to put my handkerchief in a basin from which is was customary for the Queen’s dogs to go to drink. But since there was such a great number of these animals, the basin was to be found empty, and I wetted my handkerchief in a place where the water was not so clear, which I threw in his face. My brother Moritz [1621–c. 1652], who had seen that the Queen’s chamber pot had served for my vengeance, did not hesitate to tell everyone about it in order to increase the mockery, from which the good Fleming found himself much disconcerted. […] One also wanted to play me another trick on the subject of the son of the Venetian ambassador by the name of Contarini, who was very handsome and who had frequently played with me. There was an Englishman called Vain, who was always teased on account of his great chin. He made a letter in the name of the little Venetian after he had departed and brought it to me to tease a reply from me on grounds of which one might taunt me. I detected his design and to give battle, I gave him a little box in secret wherein I told him was a ring and an accompanying letter from me for the little Venetian. In the little box I put a turd of the Queen’s dogs and in the letter, there was:

To Monsieur the confidant I give him this present It is long and it is formed Like his chin, which is deformed

Sadly, Sophie recalls having been responsible for a number of other shenanigans as well, but overtly states that they were not worthy of being recounted in a memoir. I beg to differ; alas, we can only imagine what else she got up to as a child...

I put the original French, plus the link to the full text below the cut!

The original French:

[…] Le prince de Tarente entre autres estoit de ceux-cy, qui me fuyoit comme la peste, n’ayant assez de vivacité pour se défendre. Parmy les autres il y avoit M. de Zulestem et Marigné. Comme l’un estoit Flamand, fils naturel du prince Henry d’Orange, ses railleries n’estoient pas fort polies. Je les trouvois un jour trop familières, et pour m’en vanger sur le champs et de luy bien mouiller la teste, je voulois mettre pour cela mon mouchoir dans un bassin d’eau oú les chiens de la reine avoient accoustumé d’aller boire. Mais comme le nombre estoit fort grand et ces animaux-là, le bain se trouva vide, et je mouillois mon mouchoir dans un endroit oú l’eau n’estoit pas si claire, que je luy jettois au visage. Mon frère Maurice, qui avoit vu que la chaise percée de la reine avoit servi à ma vengeance, ne manqua pas de le dire à tout le monde, pour rendre la raillerie plus forte, dont le bon Flamand se trouva fort déconcerté. […] On volut encor me faire pièce au sujet du fils de l’ambassadeur de Venise qui s’appelloit Contarini, qui estoit fort joli et qui avoit souvent joué avec moy. Il avoit un Anglois, nommé Vain, qu’on avoit toujours raillé sur son grand menton. Il fit une lettre au nom du petit Vénitien, après qu’il estoit parti, et me l’apporta, pour tirer de moy une réponse dont il auroit pu me railler. Je m’apperceus de son dessein et pour faire la contrebatterie je luy donnois en secret une petite boette oú je luy disois qu’il y avoit une bague que j’accompagnois d’une lettre pour le petit Vénitien. Dans la petite boette j’avois mis une crotte des chiens de la reine, et dans la lettre il y avoit:

Pour Monsieur le confident Je luy donne ce présent, Il est long et de la forme De son menton si déforme

Source:

Köcher, Adolf [Ed.]: Memoiren der Herzogin Sophie nachmals Kurfürstin von Hannover (Publicationen aus den Königlich Preussischen Staatsarchiven vol. 4), Leipzig 1879, p. 36 f.

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saint sebastian by gerrit von honthorst // no light, no light by florence and the machine // la transverbération de sainte thérèse by josefa de obidos // nothing by drenge // the sacrifice of isaac by caravaggio // take me to church by hozier // the martyrdom of st. lawrence by massimo stanzione