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Favorite Works

They must go beyond food, because food is eaten and gone. Thank you K for telling me I need to take photos of my food. Usually it’s in the oven and J comes home from work and Z needs to go out.

That must be the reason everyone needs to take a photo of it before it is dug into by family and friends and the platter looks like a pack of wolves got into it.

Mind you, that is what the cooks enjoy. A wholehearted feast.

I found a book the other day called The Art of the Renaissance by Peter and Linda Murray, Thames and Hudson, pub.

In it were pages I assigned myself to write nearly 20 years ago, on Annunciations. I’d written about Botticelli, Veneziano, Donatello, Ghiberti, Giotto, Leonardo da Vinci, Lippi, del Sarto, Ghirlandiao and others.

I can tell you now that I was always inspired by the first European work I ever saw, Michelangelo’s Pieta at the World’s Fair in 1964. I saw it later outside the Sistine Chapel while it was under construction (yes, I have never seen the Chapel).

This is the greatest work of art I will always remember in my heart and soul. Next, though, is Donatello’s Annunciation, which I visit every time I am in Florence. This is where I do my penance.

It is in Santa Croce, where many great people are buried and remembered. It also held Cimabue’s cross that was caught in the 1966 flood and now is at the Uffizi. Try to get online for tix so you don’t have to stand in line there. Also, never try to drive a car there unless you are completely nuts.

The Fra Filippo Lippi Annunciation is also worth seeing at San Marco but there are many more so let’s get back on topic.

It is limestone and terra cotta with gilding, commissioned by the Cavalcanti family. Mary is recoiling gently in fear but instantly turns toward the angel with one hand on her heart and another near her stomach indicating acceptance of God’s will.

It is a porta clausa, closed doors indicating Ezekiel’s version his prophecy of her virginity. There is no hardware on the closed doors. This is a raised or relief portrait and it is perfectly executed. I wrote of its similarities to Piero della Francesco’s porta clausa in Arezzo.

Her feet are moving away from the angel, yet her hand is on her heart and the other over her womb and she is looking as if she trusts the angel and is accepting her fate.

I go to Sta. Croce every time I am in Florence, and revel in Donatello’s wooden Jesus on the crucifix as well. Those who know, know that there are other rooms to ponder, right off the main altar. If you’re lucky, the leather shop will be open.

Please donate for your visit and be quiet always, especially during Mass. Careful while you see the memorials, or at least the Fifth Level of Hell awaits.

Thank you for reading. Art IS for the masses, all of us not born to privilege and I am you but I paid to go to college. One of my favorite works, a self-portrait of Artemesia Gentileschi, was on exhibit at the Queen’s Gallery in London several years ago and I joined a cadre of women admiring it and Ms. G’s flamboyance and grit that let her do so during the Renaissance. History and art. Language, writing, reading, ‘rithmatic and you’ll get the hang of it, kids! Parents? Get a museum membership and take your kids.

Cheers, Dee

 

Travels With Ghirlandaio

I was first introduced to Domenico Ghirlandaio by Fr. Murphy. Art history in college. This Franciscan priest (R.I.P. Fr. John) made me want to learn, as have others, don’t be jealous Fr. Cap.

Slides were not enough. When I walked up the mountain from Sta. Croce to San Miniato al Monte I saw the chapel. I can’t really see it right now because the glare is bad even through shades but just google Ghirlandiao.

Please do take the time to see Sta. Croce and the Pazzi Chapel, then cross the bridge behind it and make the walk. Stop at the church halfway up and give some money to the lady who takes care of the feral cats there. Make sure she knows the money is for the gatti, or cats, otherwise she’ll be insulted as if you called her a beggar. She used to bring them great trays of pasta from a local restaurant.

Then I went to cooking school in Tuscany for my birthday one year and went to San Gimignano for an afternoon. 18 of us were on a custom bus and we had one hour to see the town. Two of us ran 20 minutes to Sta. Fina, with earlier Ghirlandiao fresci. Spent 20 minutes there then ran back and made it just in time.

If you don’t have the resources for an art tour of Italy right now (I don’t) please check out Tea With Mussolini, a film with Maggie Smith, Judi Dench, Joan Plowright, and Cher. If you’ve been to Florence or San Gimignano you may even recognize the streets as it was filmed beautifully. Yes, Cher, and brilliant as a newly rich American with a heart of gold.

Take care and think about how art changes lives. Then remember that art was all people had before Guttenberg and reading. Think of your reading skills and your children’s and have them appreciate art as well. There is a reason for all those religious stories in painting and sculpture, no matter what religion you follow of if you follow none at all.

I started with my nephew at age nine and tried two different lessons: Medieval vs Renaissance and the lesson was perspective and realism; and ancient vs modern, Renaissance as opposed to Liechtenstein or Tara Donovan clouds with drinking straws.

All he said to his dad later that evening, after seeing a Gaston Lachaise nude with huge breasts. was that it “was not entirely age-appropriate.” And I kept him out of the room with French nude paintings. Oh, well. I tried. Please do so! Dee

 

 

Old Times

I remember tastes and smells from childhood, but also music. My dad played the violin and had me take it up very young (not as young as Montessori does now) so  I grew up with classical music but big bands, Frank Sinatra (my favorite), and others.

When I think of moving near Washington, D.C I know the monuments, and all the weekend educational trips we took. I was too young to be hip but fell in love with Dave Mason, James Taylor, Carole King, Elton John. John Denver, even Johnny Cash who I adore now.

I remember standing in my mod kitchen, white wallpaper with funky daisies and a mod table and twirling chairs, and singing my heart out to “Tiny Dancer.”

Then it was Bad Company and Dave Mason, big time. Also Beatles.

In college it was ELO, Art Garfunkel, Jerry Jeff Walker, Pure Prairie League, Marshall Tucker Band and, wait for this, The Best of Bread. That was the girl thing we did in the dorms. Also we line danced, in the hall, best teacher ever from our B-Ball team, to who knows what. But all the gals danced.

Luckily I’ve evolved/devolved from that. As a former acoustic guitar student, started at age 50 with private lessons, I lean to Pete Seeger, Johnny Cash, Joan Baez (but can’t get the chords yet), Bob Dylan, CSNY, and even have an old song book from Peter, Paul and Mary.

Of course I’m limited by what I can play, but keep music I can’t play and even print out lyrics and try to map out the music. But I tend toward songs that tell a story, ballads if you will. With two or three chords came Puff, The Magic Dragon, or my first guitar song, Mockingbird.

Many years ago I led a tone-deaf trio singing Day is Done and Teach Your Children. Stupid kid got ahead of herself and tripped. Now you can give me a song and I can play it, provided I know the chords to play. I just see it in my head.

Should one play orchestral music for one in the womb? I wouldn’t know, except that my dad has always had a talent for music and the arts, and my mother became adept at cooking, never loved it, but was expert in accounting and near the end of her life doing volunteer work helping senior citizens do their taxes.

It’s funny that my husband and I have never talked about alternate lives, probably because we’re pretty stable together, especially given the circumstance of him being laid off last week.

Since I was five I always wanted to cook. Or be a lawyer. I never imagined the path I took or the man I met and married.

If he would have not been MENSA material (yes he’s been invited, never joined) he would have stayed on the farm but his parents made sure both sons went to college and got off the farm. They wanted a better life for their sons. I love them dearly for what they’ve put into these men, these leaders of people, their sons.

There is no loyalty these days with corporations, so there’s a brief blip here and young people (yeah, you’re really reading my blog) know that whatever you do, whatever you post, will be out there forever. Aside from dealing drugs, please try to do something you’re passionate about. If you learn animation Pixar may hire you. If you know math and science you’re headed to college and a great degree. Trust me. I tried to take shop in the 60’s and was forced to do home ec. Dee