A dear friend visited last weekend. He's been working on policy at the UN (of course he has...) and was here for a couple of days. In order for his UN-brain to rub off on me, we ventured to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to see Alexander McQueen | Savage Beauty. I took my camera as an act of faith... maybe there's a chance they'll allow no-flash photography in the exhibit..? No dice. If you can see it before it leaves (31 July), you should. It's worth whatever wait you need to schedule.
Afterwards, we made our way to sculpture courtyard to visit a few more old friends of mine: Ugolino & Sons.
This image was shot with my old film camera at Metropolitan Museum of Art a number of years back when I was doing some private study with the transcendent symbolist/figure painter, Patrick Devonas. Academically, his workshops were the best training I have ever received when considering the important arteries of study: the figure, light/shadow, drawing, memory, and imagination. He used to take me to see this sculpture, reminding me as only a mentor can, the importance and significance of well-represented human forms. This piece by Jean-Baptiste Carepeaux references Canto 33 of The Inferno. Now that I live here, I visit it each time I visit the Met... It's like coming back to an old friend that just so happens to have intentions of eating his children.
I had plans for years to enlarge this image and make it a wall wrap. And then that idea changed to something that would appear on the ceiling of my condo. And then it never happened... C'est la vie.
I'm kinda thrilled I can see it often, now. Maybe that's how art is meant to be enjoyed.
Below the image you'll find the text associated to this piece.
Enjoy.
But when to our somber cell was thrown
A slender ray, and each face was lit
I saw in each the aspect of my own,
For very grief both of my hands I bit,
And suddenly from the floor arising they,
Thinking my hunger was the cause of it,
Exclaimed: Father eat thou of us, and stay
Our suffering: thou didst our being dress
In this sad flesh; now strip it all away.
Afterwards, we made our way to sculpture courtyard to visit a few more old friends of mine: Ugolino & Sons.
This image was shot with my old film camera at Metropolitan Museum of Art a number of years back when I was doing some private study with the transcendent symbolist/figure painter, Patrick Devonas. Academically, his workshops were the best training I have ever received when considering the important arteries of study: the figure, light/shadow, drawing, memory, and imagination. He used to take me to see this sculpture, reminding me as only a mentor can, the importance and significance of well-represented human forms. This piece by Jean-Baptiste Carepeaux references Canto 33 of The Inferno. Now that I live here, I visit it each time I visit the Met... It's like coming back to an old friend that just so happens to have intentions of eating his children.
I'm kinda thrilled I can see it often, now. Maybe that's how art is meant to be enjoyed.
Below the image you'll find the text associated to this piece.
Enjoy.
But when to our somber cell was thrown
A slender ray, and each face was lit
I saw in each the aspect of my own,
For very grief both of my hands I bit,
And suddenly from the floor arising they,
Thinking my hunger was the cause of it,
Exclaimed: Father eat thou of us, and stay
Our suffering: thou didst our being dress
In this sad flesh; now strip it all away.
2 comments:
More, more, more!!!! This is beautiful! I want to come and see! Thanks Dallas! You amazing! This is a wonderful way to start my day!
aaah Dal... ever so resplendently beautiful....
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