Browsing the online print collection of the British Museum on a strange day, sitting watch in the gallery. So there:
I. “Les Ages de l’homme”, late 16th century engraving by Dutch D. de Vosthem. Death how I like him best, in casual reaper pose. Title actually says “the ages of man and the animals they resemble”. Order of animals:
Piglet - Wtf (Tapir?) - Deer (Stag party!) - Bull - Lion - Fox - Wolf - Dog - Donkey.
II. “The Ages of Man”, 1540. Woodcut by Jörg Breu the 2nd. Love this one because it is printed from 4 smaller blocks forming one large (49.1x66.3cm) print.
Goat - Veal - Stag - Lion - Badger - Wolf - Dog - Cat - Donkey (Link)
III. “The various ages and degrees of human life”, 1739. Etching, 37.2x47.2mm. Published by John Evans. Both sexes, 10-90. (Link)
IV. The Ages of Woman. Etching, 39x50.3cm. According to description a 1560-80 engraving by Cristofano Bertelli, attributed to: Nicolò Nelli. According to other part of description a 17th century print. What now.
Interesting here is the fact that women don’t get to be Lions or Possums, only birds. Birth - 80. I’ll leave the recoginition of which bird corresponds to which age to you ornithologists out there. (Link)
V. The Ages of Man - sibling print to IV, here it doesn’t say 17th century. Whatever, Birth - 80. Piglet - Sheep - Stag - Bull - Lion - Wolf - Fox - Dog - Donkey, maybe.
VI. 1482, hand-coloured woodcut, “The Ten Ages of Man” chart, with associated animals and witty text. Life back then was not kind to the elderly, by 80 foolishness sets in, by 90 the kids mock you (associated animal: the donkey), and “may god have mercy” if you make it to 100.
Bambi - Veal - Bull - Lion - Fox - Wolf - Dog - Cat - Donkey - Goose
VII. 1780-1800, hand-coloured etching, Shakespeare’s seven ages, artist unknown. No animals, which is sad. Admittably, this is just in here because of hand coloured and pink next to yellow, which always rocks.
And I realised that all those animals were really me
Half Shark-Alligator Half Man:
Woke up way before my alarm this morning, just looking at the ceiling (not a very interesting ceiling). Then got sick of my lack of enthusiasm, forced myself into robot mode and did laundry, dishes, vacuumed and played with cat to make up for vacuuming. Then went to metro, waiting for my metro to come. When it finally did I watched it coming in, doors opening, doors closing, leaving - without getting up from my bench. Wtf. Smiled at my mopy self, then took the next metro.