While at the Art Institute of Chicago, I was jarred, and a bit delighted, to see this macabre thing on the wall facing Hopper’s Nighthawks:
Ivan Albright was commissioned to paint this for MGM’s production of Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Gray (released 1945). Apparently, he painted it over the production period in order to reflect the lead character’s changes.
A closer look:
It’s by no means an appealing painting, but I do like that it’s seen as more than a “mere” movie prop–in fact, it has a long history of exhibitions (including stints in Italy and Germany) as representative of American art. As Albright’s Dorian Gray signifies two mediums–painting and film–it certainly fulfills that role.
Seen in Amsterdam: I enjoy this work deeply. Mary, engrossed in her book, ignores the laughing, squirming baby who seems to all but scream “pay attention to me, mama!”
This terracotta Virgin and Child (c. 1500 -1525) was formerly attributed to the Master of the Unruly Children (what a wonderful title); it’s now attributed to Giovanni Francesco Rustici.
From the Rijksmuseum website:
The nude infant Jesus playfully draws his mother’s attention by pulling her bodice open. Mary’s bare breast [behind the book] refers to her role as ‘Virgo lactans’, the suckling virgin. The role of her divine motherhood became popular through Saint Bernard of Clairvaux’s wondrous vision in which he received a drop of milk from the Virgin’s breast.
The Convent of San Marco in Florence houses numerous collections of priceless artworks, including a fine collection of illuminated manuscripts. This Madonna of Mercy is one example:
Maybe it’s just my imagination, but, weirdly, the feminine figure seems to bear a striking resemblance to one V. Putin.
I visited San Marco twice this past month (I’d neglected to go there on previous trips–big mistake. Huge). I plan to add another post or two focusing on the place. I really wish more people knew about or chose to visit the convent. It’s less than a mile from Piazza del Duomo, entry is 4 Euros, and it’s truly a magnificent place to spend two or so hours on a hot Florentine day.