Sunday, December 26, 2010

snow makes his appearance: winter is a fact








"Winter (after Arcimboldo)," a sculpture by Philip Haas was commissioned by the National Gallery of Art, Washington D.C., to complement the exhibition "Arcimboldo," that is installed in the East Building. Giuseppe Arcimboldo (1526-1593) painted a series of seasons for the Habsburg ruler, the Holy Roman Emperor Maximilian II, whose intense interest in natural history was satisfied by the Milanese painter's boldly imagined personifications. Each picture is a composite assemblage of flora and fauna fashioned as a profile portrait of a season. The lips of Fall, for instance are cherries, her teeth, a peapod. Winter's lips are less sensually appealing: two polypores or mushrooms that grow on dead trees, and the tree itself form the head and its constituents, even the appalling nose; winter is an old man, long past his prime, and, though no longer virile, still supports an ivy vine among his cropped branches, a kind of wreath that endows him with dignity . Details are based on studies from nature which were then reconfigured to form a body part. Arcimboldo has succeeded brilliantly in creating an animate whole, which, when viewed from a distance, do indeed convincingly resemble a head with features and correct proportions. Only an artist of consummate skill and imagination could have accomplished such a daunting task. The outcome seamlessly weaves together delight and knowledge, Aristotle's principles for great art. How Maximilian, his courtiers and visitors must have laughed and shared stories and jokes as they contemplated these amazing paintings. Replicas and copies attest their popularity.

For more on Arcimboldo , see publications by Thomas DaCosta Kaufmann, Professor of the History of Art, Princeton University, as well as studies by other scholars.

ideas gestating and then taking flight

self in the spotlight


substantial, materiality, yet the body does not leave an imprint; life whether counted in many years of days is brief, a mere breath and then it is gone.

a memory relief: what is that memory that has turned to crystal?

Bess: her first experience of snow and her 8 month birthday




Bess with snow on her mustache at 8 months, peering around a tree to see if I am watching her; jumping off the stairs, and then running as fast as she could on the course she set herself. Finally Bess, when we brought her home about August 1, 2010. Amazing grace, amazing little Bess; sunshine pure.
Bess did loops in the garden, having never experienced anything like snow before. Ice yes, at Tenafly's pond in The Commons, but the white frozen water enveloping her and accumulating on the ground, bushes and trees was a novelty. She ran with such enthusiasm that showed her obvious pleasure and excitement. We had intended taking her to New Paltz, New York, for a three-day adventure in the state parks and at the inn where we reserved a suite, but that plan was nixed by the reality of the blizzard conditions that were predicted for Tenafly and the heavy snowfall up the Hudson Valley. Reality supplanted imagined pleasures; walks and hikes with Bess became brief stints in suburbia. But it was Bess's day and a happy one at that. We will reschedule for another time, and hope Nature cooperates.

Bess is difficult to photograph; one would almost say camera shy or rather camera curious. Once the lens is turned towards her , she gets up and moves on or walks directly towards the lens. My little elph cannot keep up with her motion. The second problem is the darkness of her fur. Black on black, but what a beautiful coat she has.