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Baroque Down In Texas

22 Wednesday Aug 2012

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Art, Baroque, Caravaggio, Ft Worth, Kimbell

Chalk portrait of Caravaggio by Ottavio Leoni, circa 1621.

Last November I got an amazing opportunity to see an exhibition of the artwork of Michelangelo Merisi Da Caravaggio. The art world knows him as simply Caravaggio. He is often considered the father of the Baroque style and created some of the most celebrated masterpieces in his short life.

Ordinarily, for one to see the masterworks of Caravaggio, one must travel to the famed museums of Italy and France. But Fort Worth, Texas? I lucked out. I viewed it as a serendipitous chance to see one of my all-time favorite artists without having to travel across the globe. The list of “All-Time Favorite Artists” changes, depending on how I’m feeling when someone says, “Hey Bill, list your all-time favorite artists.” But usually Caravaggio is in my top two…sometimes three. This opportunity couldn’t be missed so I booked a flight and headed out to Fort Worth and the Kimbell Art Museum.

In order to avoid a lengthy entry, I’ll give a few highlights about the man:

• Born in Milan, Italy

• Lived only 39 years (1571 – 1610)

• Killed a man in a brawl and was constantly on the move to avoid arrest and his enemies

• Considered the father of the Baroque style.

• Famous for his use of high contrast lighting effects (known as chiaroscuro) and his realistic treatment of his subject matter, even when it was the convention of the time to portray the human figure in an idealistic manner. This is especially true when dealing with religious themes.

• Comparable to Michelangelo and Raphael with regard to his influence and affect on his contemporaries

• Influenced the works of Peter Paul Rubens, Jan Vermeer, Diego Velazquez and Bernini to name only a few

• Handled his success poorly. He would often spend the commissions he earned on mischief and debauchery that could span weeks.

• His death is surrounded with confusion and conjecture. Some scholars say he died of fever. Others say his cause of death is from the high levels of lead in the paint used at the time. Still others believe he may have finally fallen victim to an enemy.

For me, walking through the exhibit was awe-inspiring. To know I was standing at approximately the same distance the artist was when he was creating the painting was humbling. To be among those masters’ works was an emotional experience…and I’m not saying that to be dramatic. At one point, I was embarrassed to be caught wiping away a few tears by one of the security folks standing nearby. And, by the way, there wasn’t nearly enough posted security, in my opinion. I was just about arms-length distance from most of these paintings. What if I was some nut with a knife, here to trash these magnificent works because I had some screws loose? Catastrophic!

There are multiple reasons his artwork is so amazing to me:

• I love his chiaroscuro style. It brings huge drama to each piece.

• His expert modeling enables the figures to have such volume and realism. Simply gorgeous!

• He uses interesting composition. At times he will leave a space relatively empty, giving it visual weight. Other times he will create compositions that swirl, where objects and shadow lead the viewer’s eye around the whole of the painting.

• His paintings draw the viewer in, nearly as a participant in the action. Often his works have a shallow depth of field, where objects in the foreground are painted off the edges to give the illusion of being a short distance in front of the viewer. But the paintings from which the viewer definitely can’t escape are those where an individual in the painting is actually viewing the spectator! Genius!

The Crucifixion of Saint Peter, 1601

 There were about 26 Caravaggio paintings in the show. The rest were created by the followers of his art style, known as Caravaggisti, and other masters that were highly influenced by his work, totaling somewhere in the range of 50 pieces. Many of the artists, actually most, were unknown to me but I was extremely excited when I saw there was a Rubens!

I wish I could post photography taken from the exhibit, but unfortunately for me, photography of any kind was strictly prohibited. So I will have to rely on my memories of the show…everything I saw, everything I felt, and do my best to keep those amazing experiences fresh in my heart.

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I Saw A Bird

08 Wednesday Aug 2012

Posted by solving4x in Creative Writings

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I saw a bird fly above me. I paused to watch it as I wondered where it might be going. It was one of those crisp winter days when everything had a gray cast to it. The air was still and sharply cold. I had paused on the sidewalk in a familiar neighborhood, just before the walk up the drive. The street was clear of others. It was just me. School children and their parents were already inside their homes, warming up, hugging one another, preparing the evening meal and discussing the events of the day. I was on the sidewalk, standing still, allowing the solitude of that moment to envelope me … and gazing.

I was still looking into the grayish, late afternoon sky at the spot where the bird had flown. My eyes lingered there, viewing the miles of empty space that finally ended at a jagged horizon. The mountains were just beginning their lavender turn. My brain felt blank but was swirling with thoughts in that numb sort of way when you’ve got so much on your mind that you can’t organize it. The thoughts are bullets through my head, so fast that to catch them is impossible. While others meander like ghosts, nebulous, unclear and, at my mind’s grasp, wisp away like smoke, hopeless to reform.

It felt as though much time had passed when I suddenly became aware that I was still standing on the curb. The evening winter air stung my ears and cheeks as the tired gray gracefully gave way to a brilliant yellowish orange sky, its modesty put aside. I closed my eyes and poked my chin forward, hoping to feel that warm light on my face, even in the faintest, for one last moment and lock it away in my memory. I opened my eyes and the sunset sky had bowed to time, and began it’s decline into purple and the blues of the night. A biting breeze began swirling and scraping around me and my eyes began to well up in response. A shiver gripped me once and again as the low moon ushered in an aggressive chill.

My hands were stuffed deep in my trouser pockets, elbows locked. They were cold and sweaty, clasped around miscellaneous pocket items: keys, a few bills and coins, Chapstick … and a loose key, by itself at the bottom of my right pocket. My mother’s house key. And then my mind began to clear. The thought of the key brought with it clarity. It’s why I am here in this familiar neighborhood. It’s why I’m on the curb reluctant to walk up the drive. I will use this key one last time to collect the objects of her life. And move on into the winter of my own.

And what of that bird? I hope it’s home and safe.

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