A Visit to Boston for Botticelli

This weekend my husband and I took a mini-vacation. We went to Boston, MA to see the Botticelli exhibit currently ongoing at the Boston Museum of Fine Art. It’s a different experience looking at a painting when you paint yourself. A couple of months ago I made my first visit to the Metropolitan in NYC since I became a painter. It was rather mind-blowing. Suddenly the brush strokes seemed alive and engaging visually was a completely new experience. This made me all the more eager to see the Botticelli exhibit as he’s one of my favorite painters. Sadly, I was rather disappointed.

The exhibit is small and the day we visited the museum was sweltering. Apparently, the air conditioning was off or broken (a store clerk told me it must be broken) and it was hot enough that it nearly made me ill. That alone would have been enough to ruin the experience for me – if you care about your patrons (not to mention the art –heat isn’t good for paintings), you don’t subject them to this level of discomfort. It was quite nauseating. More to the point though, the exhibit itself was poorly done. There are a number of paintings by Botticelli’s teacher Lippi, and several from some of his students. That was a positive as it allowed the viewer to see the continuity from generation to generation. However, and there are two significant howevers, the Botticelli paintings chosen were not his best. They tended toward his later period, and with the exception of his Venus, boti benuswere largely uninspired. More importantly, the commentary at the exhibit ignores completely the impact the insane Christian Savanarola had both on Florentine art in general and Botticelli in particular. He’s mentioned in passing, but what isn’t mentioned is that Botticelli burned some of his artwork and afterwards, turned away from classical subjects and his lush style. His work post Savanarola is quite simply dreary and uninspired. It really marked a step back for the painter. I don’t usually come down on the side of setting people on fire, but with Savanarola, I’d be first in line to light the match.

That being said, there were other things in the museum that caught my eye and made the trip more than worthwhile. They had a full room, for instance, dedicated to Dionysos. It had all sorts of figurines, vases, wine cups and items related to Symposium. We spent a great deal of time in that room.

Hyacinthus and Zephyrus

This ^ is perhaps one of my favorite attic vases ever. It shows Hyakinthus in the erotic embrace of Zephyrus, mid flight. 

There was quite a lovely collection of Roman statuary, including this Eros statue.

winged eros

Many of the items were quite quirky, at least I found them so.

Venus with a snap

(Venus with a snap)

They even had a few interesting Madonna with child images.

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This Jesus is fabulous. (I love the expressiveness of Mary’s face here)

baby jesus will fuck you up

This ^ one will mess you up. Lol.

I haven’t processed all the photos that I took, but over the next week, I’ll try to do so and post some more here.

We also hit up two bookstores, Brattle bookshop and Commonwealth books, which I absolutely recommend. Check out our book haul. ^__^.

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There’s a lot to do in Boston and I’ve really enjoyed my last couple of visits. I think next time, I want to come up when it’s a bit cooler and visit all the historical sites. So far, I’ve not had time to do so and it’s a city with such a rich history.

We stayed at the Langham. It’s a lovely hotel. I know some people don’t care about their hotels, figuring that when on vacation one doesn’t spend much time there, but for me, it’s an important part of the travel experience. I stayed here years and years ago with my adopted mom and it was every bit as nice as I remembered. (My only complaint, both times I’ve stayed, is that their in house massage therapists are just awful. I think the worst massage I’ve ever had was on this visit. The hotel I rate four stars, the massage negative four. I can’t help but wonder if there’s a local school turning them out. I get massage per doctor’s orders at least three times a month and have for years. Of my top three worst massages ever, two were at the Langham so stay at the hotel, enjoy it, but for the love of the Gods, skip the spa).

 

(all photos mine unless otherwise noted. Please do not use without my express written permission).

Three Paintings Now For Sale

I’ve a few paintings for sale….

Krasskova Creations

I don’t usually sell the originals of my Shaman series. I become too attached to them during their creation. At some point though, one runs out of room for storing one’s art! lol. The end result is that I’ve chosen to sell two of them:

Oracle

Title: Oracle
Size: 14×18
Medium: acrylic on canvas
wired and ready to hang
Price: $125 plus shipping and handling.

shaman in ochres

Title: Shaman in Ochre
Size: 22×28
Medium: acrylic on canvas
wired and ready to hang
Price: $125 plus shipping and handling

I’m also selling a watercolor study that I recently did:

Playing Van Gogh

Title: Playing Van Gogh. — SOLD
Size: 12×16
Medium: watercolor on Arches paper
unframed, unmated
Price: $30 plus shipping and handling

The shipping and handling will vary. With the paintings, I need to bubble wrap them and secure them between two pieces of cardboard then put that in a proper box in order to guarantee…

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Evil Putti Having a Bit of Fun LOL

Years and years ago I studied for two summers in Berlin. While I was there, I visited Charlottenburg Castle. It’s a nice day trip and quite lovely. Being a photographer, I took a few photos for a book I eventually published,Numinous Places,” and now, as my husband is working on his next book of Dionysian poetry, putti…little cupids…keep coming up, both in his poetry and just in conversation as he’s been writing. It made me think of this particular photo, a close up of a bit of the molding in the ballroom at the  Castle. It looks to me like these putti are having some fun that’s not quite safe for work. lOL. 

Anyway, I’ll shortly be making this image into greeting cards so I figured I’d give y’all a sneak preview here. 

evil cupids from charlottenburg copy

Spirit-Worker Art – A Story About A Very Special Book

Dver over at Forest Door is selling a very special book. It’s filled with liminal, numinous things, wisps of magic, doorways to other places. There are only a few available for sale, so if you want one, don’t wait.

Check it out at the link below. They’re really cool.

“Let me tell you a story.

Many years ago, my spirits told me that I would eventually learn to integrate my magical practices and artistic pursuits, that I would begin making “spirit-worker art.” This concept appealed to me but I had no idea at the time how it would actually manifest. I knew it wasn’t just a matter of making witchy-looking stuff (there’s enough of that anyway) but rather a deeper level of utilizing Art to open Doorways. Eventually I came to rely more directly on certain spirits for artistic inspiration, and began seeing an increase in ability too – what They wanted made, got made, even when I didn’t think I possessed the necessary skills. There were masks, and puppets, and many glamourbombs.”

 

Read the rest here: Spirit-Worker Art – A Story About A Very Special Book

Just so we’re clear

As I posted on my other blog:

Gangleri's Grove

I have lately been getting harassed by a mentally ill individual so I am going to state this here so there is no misunderstanding. 

The material I post here and on any other website that I maintain (including but not limited to boneladyblog.wordpress.com), unless otherwise stated is mine. You do not have permission to use it in any other capacity. You may not use my images or my articles. If I find that you have stolen my work, I will take legal action. 

Is that clear enough for  you? 

Get therapy and stop spewing your pollution on me. Stop trying to make me part of your insane, delusional world. You are sick. Get help. 

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The World War I doughboys of New York City

this is really awesome. I had no idea there were so many WWI doughboy memorials in NYC. I have the beginning of a nice day’s visit here. We’re in the 100th anniversary of WWI and I believe today is the anniversary of America joining that war. I also have a first cousin twice removed, Wesley Heffner, private 1st Class in Company B of the 26th Infantry who didn’t make it home from France. He died at twenty years old in 1918. It’s important to remember. Our memories give our dead renewed life and restore to us our roots.

Ephemeral New York

No one quite knows where the term “doughboy” originated.

Coined in the 19th century, it may have come from the doughnut-like buttons on soldier uniforms, or it might stem from their doughy rations.

But this nickname for the millions of American infantrymen (and thousands of New Yorkers) who fought in World War I endures—as do the bronze doughboy statues that were funded by veterans’ groups and ordinary citizens after the war’s end in November 1918.

With April 6 marking the 100th anniversary of the United States’ entry into what was then known as the European War, take a look at a few of the nine doughboy statues standing in city parks and corners.

At the top left is the doughboy of DeWitt Clinton Park in Hell’s Kitchen—an excerpt from war poem “In Flanders Fields” carved in granite below him.

The Abingdon Square doughboy, pistol at the…

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First in a New Cento Series: Seven Deadly Sinners

I’ve been reading the early Church fathers quite a bit for some of the graduate classes I’m taking. Last night, I found myself greatly enjoying one particular book and I thought “some of these lines would make a great cento.” I decided to take seven of the Church Fathers, write a Cento for each based solely on one of their works and fit them into the seven deadly sins schema. *G* Here is the first. Kudos if you can not only tell me who it is, but what work this is from:

 Lust

I came to Carthage
and all around me hissed
a cauldron with illicit loves.
Clouds of muddy concupiscence
filled the air.
The soul fornicates.

I rushed head long into love
by which I was longing to be captured.
I was glad to be in bondage,
tied with troublesome chains.
I loved to suffer
and sought out occasions
for such suffering.

I pursued a sacrilegious quest for knowledge,
which led me down to faithless depths
and the fraudulent service of devils.

How I burned, how I burned
with a longing to leave earthly things
and fly back to you.
My error was my God.

Who am I?

(from lines: 3.1,2.2, 2.14, 3.1,3.4,3.5,3.8,4.12)