Oil on canvas early 18th century: Psyche discovering Love.

Very beautiful oil on canvas from the beginning of the 18th century representing "Psyche discovering the face of Cupid".
This popular theme was also taken up by Pierre Paul Rubens, Lagrenée and Jacopo Zucchi.

Cupid forbade Psyche to see his face, although he shared her bed every night. Afraid of having a monster in her bed, this one night transgresses the ban and brings her oil lamp close to her lover's face.
In the emotion facing the divine face, Psyche drops a drop of oil on Love who wakes up and leaves her.
From this episode will be born the long journey of Psyche, which could pass that of Hercules for a summer camp.

The painting by Lagrenée, known as the eldest, Louis Jean François, is part of the decoration of the King's Bedroom, at the Château de Belle-Vue.

Here is the original text of "Cupid and Psyche" by Apuleius, describing this scene:

“She moves the lamp forward, seizes her dagger. Farewell to the shyness of her sex. But the couch instantly lights up, and here are its mysteries brought to light. Psyche sees (what a sight!) the loveliest and most private of monsters, Cupid himself, that charming god, sleeping in the most seductive attitude. At the same moment the flame of the lamp expands and crackles, and the sacrilegious iron shines with a new brilliance. Psyche remains appalled at this sight, and as if deprived of her senses. She turns pale, she trembles, she falls to her knees. The better to hide her iron, she wishes to plunge it into her bosom; and the effect would have followed the intention, if the dagger, as if afraid of making itself an accomplice in the attempt, had not suddenly slipped from his stray hand. She surrenders to despair; but she nevertheless looks, and still looks at the marvelous features of this divine figure, and feels like being reborn in this contemplation. She admires this radiant head, this aureole of blond hair from which exhales a perfume of ambrosia, this milk-white neck, these purple cheeks framed by golden curls which are gracefully shared on this beautiful forehead, or are staged behind the head, and whose dazzling brilliance dims the light of the lamp. At the shoulders of the fickle god seem to grow two small wings, of a nuanced whiteness of the incarnate of the heart of a rose. In the very inaction, we see their delicate extremity throbbing, which never rests. All the rest of the body joins the happiest proportions to the most uniform white. The goddess of beauty can be proud of the fruit she has borne.
At the foot of the bed lay the bow, quiver and arrows, insignia of the most powerful of the gods. The curious Psyche never tires of seeing, touching, ecstatically admiring the formidable weapons of her husband. She draws an arrow from the quiver, and to try its temper she presses the end to her thumb; but his hand, which trembles while holding the line, impresses an involuntary impulse on the point. The sting cuts into the epidermis, and causes a few drops of pink blood to flow. Thus, without suspecting it, Psyche fell in love with Cupid herself. More and more in love with the one by whom we fall in love, she bends over him with her mouth open, and devours him with her ardent kisses. She only fears one thing, that the sleeper wakes up too early.
But while intoxicated with her happiness, she forgets herself in these overly sweet transports, the lamp, either treacherous, or jealous, or (what do I know?) impatient to also touch this body so beautiful, to kiss it, so I dare say, in turn, pours from its luminous focus a drop of boiling oil on the right shoulder of the god. O clumsy and reckless lamp! O too unworthy minister of loves! must the god who puts fire everywhere know the burning through you! by you, who doubtless owed it to the genius of some jealous lover of darkness, and who wanted to dispute with them the presence of the adored object!
The burned god wakes up with a start. He sees the secret betrayed, the faith violated, and, without saying a single word, he will fly away from the looks and the embraces of his unfortunate wife. »

Very good state of preservation, original canvas.
An old small restoration.

The traces visible in the photos are due to light reflections, the oil on canvas is in perfect condition.

First half of the 18th century.

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