Portret van de dichter Jan Norel 1700 - 1713

Editor: This is a portrait of the poet Jan Norel, an engraving made by Pieter Schenk sometime between 1700 and 1713. The first thing that strikes me is how… theatrical it feels, especially with that looping script and Baroque flair. What stands out to you? Curator: Theatrical, yes, absolutely! It feels almost like a stage character study, doesn't it? Consider that the Dutch Golden Age loved showing off their intellectuals. But observe the Latin phrase that crowns the subject—"Est Deus in nobis, agitante Calescimus illo." "There is a God in us, we grow warm as he stirs." So the idea is that genius comes from within, divinely inspired, yet look at how external and performative genius really was here. Is it not like the heavy wigs were designed for the part? Editor: I hadn't thought of the contrast between inner genius and outward display like that. So it’s not just about showing off. What about the choice to use an engraving? Does that affect how we should read it? Curator: Engraving allowed for precise detail, disseminating images widely and shaping public perception, so accessibility and accuracy mattered most, right? The almost photographical. It is the social media of that age. This image wasn't meant for an intimate space; its precision meant he had something to show the world at large. Also observe the verse underneath about how great his work as a civil servant was! Is that great poetry to you? I can barely see his face under that wild nest of curls; what a contrast to Dutch sobriety generally, wouldn’t you agree? Editor: Ha, point taken! It makes me reconsider the poem. So, beyond being a portrait of Jan Norel, this is kind of about… marketing? Or creating a public image? Curator: Indeed. Images solidify our stories. Each swirl of ink reminds us that visibility in history, then as now, relies on having your narrative promoted to power. Thank goodness it lives on the gallery, even. Editor: Exactly. Looking at it that way, I understand so much better now. Thanks! Curator: The pleasure was all mine.