Lot 168
  • 168

Probablement Italie, vers 1880-1900, d'après l'Antique Le Gaulois mourant, dit aussi le Gladiateur mourant

Estimate
18,000 - 25,000 EUR
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Description

  • Le Gaulois mourant, dit aussi le Gladiateur mourant
  • marbre blanc
  • 184 x 77 x 93 cm; 72 2/5 by 30 1/3 by 36 3/5 in.

Literature

REFERENCE BIBLIOGRAPHIQUE
F. Haskell, N. Penny, Pour l'Amour de l'Antique, London, 1981, pp. 244-247.

Condition

Good condition overall with some wear to the surface and minor surface erosion due to outside exposure. A few natural inclusions and grey veining to the marble overall. Minor surface dirt and few minor chips to the edges of the base. Very impressive marble with reasonable estimate.
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Catalogue Note

Le marbre antique est mentionné pour la première fois en 1623, dans les collections Ludovisi, à Rome. Peu avant 1737, il est acquis pour le musée du Capitole par le pape Clément XII. Cédé à la France en 1797 par le traité de Torentino, il réintègrera le musée du Capitol de manière définitive en 1816.
Dans son Pélerinage de Childe Harold, Lord Byron rend un vibrant hommage à la force expressive du modèle antique: 

"Je vois devant moi le gladiateur étendu sur l'arène; il repose sa tête sur sa main; son mâle regard consent à mourir, mais il déguise son agonie; et sa tête penchée s'affaisse graduellement; les dernières gouttes de son sang, qui sort lentement de sa rouge blessure, tombent épaisses et une à une, de son flanc, comme les premières gouttes d'une pluie d'orage; mais déjà l'arène tournoie autour de lui: il succombe avant qu'aient cessé les acclamations barbares qui applaudissent son misérable vainqueur." (Chant IV - 140).