“Cupid releasing two pigeons”, 1798Benjamin West, (1738-1820)Oil On Canvas-56 3/8 for 39 ¼ in.

“Cupid releasing two pigeons”, 1798
Benjamin West, (1738-1820)
Oil On Canvas-56 3/8 for 39 ¼ in.

Cupid, which is shown here in natural size, releases two pigeons, a classic mythological symbol of love, in the world through a pink band in his right hand, while on his left grab a wooden stick adorned with leaves and flowers . The reason for cupid with two birds harnessed appears earlier at west work, noticeably in his venus relative to Adonis, the story of hippomenes and Atalanta (private collection), and returns to this type of general figure in the perhaps most known omnia vincit Love on a large scale, or the power of love in the three elements, now at the metropolitan museum of art.
Although he exhibited the painting at the Royal Academy in 1798, Benjamin West later reviewed it on two later occasions, a practice in which he participated regularly after 1800. in the present work, denotes carefully several adjustments to work, adding the dates In which he returned to the image (1803 and 1808) in the lower left corner. The most dramatic change he applied was to place Cupid’s left wing.


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Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

2 replies on ““Cupid releasing two pigeons”, 1798Benjamin West, (1738-1820)Oil On Canvas-56 3/8 for 39 ¼ in.”

what an imagination, the light therein, and no modern appliances to lean on, it makes you wonder how the old artists captured the light, and it appears so natural

My favorite Artist did paint me one day Paddy. Oh my, weeks past until the unveiling. Stunned was ”One” my artist had me pose nude for hours and days on end. The story behind his vision of me was slashes of all the colors of the rainbow. Like shards of broken glass, Paddy. Moral of the story: He painted me as he felt me. Broken color of the fractured glass. A true Artist paint with instinct us Earth Angels do not have. Paddy you’re the Master Sir. Leading me astray again. Shalom 🙇🌟🕯️😂🕯️🙌😌

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