Saturday, January 24, 2026

s c u l p t u r e

  







 D  I  O  N  Y  S  U  S


G R E E K     T E R R A C O T T A     V A S E               4 1 0   B C

 

The ancient Greeks had a somewhat religious holiday

celebrating the maturation of wine.  It was called

Anthesteria, which pretty much meant get stupid

with drink.  Prometheus brought the humans fire,

and it was good.  Dionysus, God of Wine, gave people

a pleasure only the Gods on Mount Olympus knew.

Afterwards, Zeus felt he ruled over a land of 

worthless drunks.







 

T  I  M  E       A  R  R  E  S  T  E  D       B  Y       D  E  A  T  H


L O R E N Z O     B E R N I N I               1670


 This terracotta work is known as a sketch model -

something expendable for working out ideas before

taking on carving a monument from marble.

In this depiction Bernini has Time carrying a casket

beyond the reach of Death.  Time cheats Death of

his prize because Time always reveals the truth.


Does that make sense?

Maybe you had to be there.








H  E  A  D


A M E D E O     M O D I G L I A N I               1 9 1 2


 Modigliani carved 27 stone sculptures from 

broken limestone blocks he scavenged at

construction sites.  This elongated head with

almond eyes reflects Modigliani's fascination

with the art of ancient civilizations such as

Egypt, Greece and Africa.  These works come 

with a hefty price tag.  Tete, a work similar to

the Head above, brought seventy million dollars 

at an auction in 2014.








 C  O  N  T  I  N  U  I  T  Y       I  N       S  P  A  C  E


U M B E R T O     B O C C O O N I               1 9 1 3


   Art should reflect the Machine Age.  

It was the twentieth century.  It was time

to celebrate cars, planes and industrial power.

The running figure above displays flourishes

of wind that resemble wings that propelled

the god Mercury to incredible speeds.








 W  A  L  K  I  N  G       M  A  N


A L B E R T O     G I A C O M E T T I                1 9 6 0


  What to make of this wiry, emaciated man, walking.

He is iconic.  A fragile nature with enduring spirit.

Isolated.  Experienced in madness.








 T  O  U  R  I  S  T  S


D U A N E     H A N S O N               1 9 8 8


 When did you start feeling you were on vacation?

Was it when you first walked into Palm Springs heat

in your new summer clothes?  Your picture of Larry

spilling secret sauce on his shirt at Circus Burger

was hilarious.  Maybe you could get me a copy.




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Saturday, January 17, 2026

c o u p l e s

  







T  H  E       K  I  S  S


G U S T A V      K L I M T               1 9 0 8








 T  H  E       B  I  R  T  H  D  A  Y


M A R C       C H A G A L L               1 9 1 5








 I  N       B  E  D


T O U L O U S E - L A U T R E C               1 8 9 2








 L  O  V  E  R  S


R E N E       M A G R I T T E               1 9 2 8








 B  A  L  L  A  D


N A N       G O L D I N








 R  O  O  M       I  N       N  E  W       Y  O  R  K


E D W A R D       H O P P E R               1 9 3 2





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Saturday, January 10, 2026

m o d e r n

  







 H O B O K E N     W A T E R F R O N T


E R N E S T     L A W S O N               1 9 3 0

 


 Industrialization has taken over the natural landscape.

The water churns with the crisscrossing wakes of 

passing tugs and ships.  Putting the land and the

surrounding population to factory use made for

tumultuous times.


These tugs are right out of a Popeye cartoon.

Give Popeye a can of spinach and he will

get the job done.  You can bet on it.

Cause he's Popeye the Sailor Man.

Toot toot!







E A R L Y     S U N D A Y     M O R N I N G


E D W A R D     H O P P E R               1 9 3 0


 Painting Seventh Avenue in Greenwich Village,

one year following the stock market crash of '29.

It was the beginning of the Great Depression.

Hopper shows a street silent, stark...

drained of vitality.  Abandoned by life.


A barber pole and a fire hydrant cast impossibly 

long shadows; stand-ins for the absence of

human form.








G E O R G I A     O ' K E E F F E


A L F R E D     S T I E G L I T Z               1 9 1 8


 O'Keeffe left her teaching job in Texas to become

an artist living in New York.  The photographer 

Alfred Stieglitz was immediately captivated by her

as an artist and as a woman.  They fell in love.

Stieglitz divorced his wife and married O'Keeffe

despite their twenty-three years difference in age.

Over the course of twenty years Stieglitz produced

more than three hundred images of O'Keeffe as she

transformed into an artist of world renown.


 






J O H N ' S     D I N E R


J O H N     B A E D E R               2 0 0 7


 Actually it's John's Chevelle, the artist's car, out front.

The Diner's name is his one big fiction.


How many artists would choose this drab scene for

their next artistic statement?  The next Night Hawks

cafe.  The artist, Baeder, saw these modest food spots

as shrines for everyday Americans.  A decent cup of 

coffee for a dime and a spot of conversation on the side.

All this in the midst of a general blight settling about.


It was a time worth preserving

in this dry, skeptical manner.







T H E     N I G H T


M A X     B E C K M A N N               1 9 1 9


 The senselessness of human cruelty.

Paramilitary thugs invade a home, terrorizing

the family within.  The man hanged.  His wife

violated.  Their son dragged off into the night.

There are no sanctuaries in which to hide when

faced with this kind of political violence.


It was 1919 Germany, its society in collapse

following the nation's defeat in World War I.

Life was brutal, ugly.  No time for Renoir.

No time for Impressionist beauty and romantic

picnics.  Art became one big nervous breakdown.







 I     S A W     T H E     F I G U R E     5     I N     G O L D


C H A R L E S     D E M U T H               1 9 2 8


  "AMONG  THE  RAIN  /  AND  LIGHTS

I  SAW  THE  FIGURE  5  /  IN GOLD  

ON  A  RED  /  FIRETRUCK  /  MOVING

TENSE  /  UNHEEDED  /  TO  GONG  CLANGS

SIREN  HOWLS  /  AND  WHEELS  RUMBLING

THROUGH  THE  DARK  CITY"


THE GREAT FIGURE

WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS

POET AND FRIEND OF THE ARTIST




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Saturday, January 3, 2026

Renaissance

   







 S A I N T    J O H N    T H E    B A P T I S T


D O N A T E L L O               14 3 8


 

For hundreds of years artists were limited

to portraying their gods as divine beauty,

too perfect for this world.  So with this crop

of superheroes running the universe why

bother wasting time depicting anyone else?

It was the gods that determined your fate.

  

John the Baptist was a gaunt ascetic.

His hand to mouth existence living

in the desert was shared by many

of his followers.  They were a dogged

group of scrubs, stubbornly persisting 

about the harsh, skimpy landscape.


Donatello carved his Saint from the trunk

of a poplar tree, one both simple and rough

by nature.  A marble monument was never built 

to describe someone's humility.








 B I R T H    O F    V E N U S


B O T T I C E L L I               1 4 8 5


 Venus, goddess of love, was born from an

ocean's froth.  To see her beauty first hand

was to awaken spiritual ideals that would

otherwise remain dormant. 


Sensual pleasure was given a spiritual formula.


Botticelli painted for us a full-scale nude

to make his point about anatomical beauty.

A more sensual medium than stone would be

needed.  Nothing but luminous paint would do.

His Birth of Venus was an early example of

brushing oil on canvas.  Until now a wood panel

was the preferred surface and tempera the paint. 

Da Vinci's Mona Lisa was painted on a panel of

Poplar wood.








 V I T R U V I A N     M A N


D A   V I N C I               1 4 9 2


We are a microcosm of the universe itself.

The Roman architect Vitruvius mathematically

proved something having to do with perfect

proportions of the human body and how this all

concerned the governing of the stars and nature.


Even scientists read their horoscope.

Da Vinci speculated in all manner of things.

He was a scientist that happened to draw pictures.

His curiosity was expressed in both mathematics

and art.  He was the Renaissance man.








 P I E T A


M I C H E L A N G E L O               1 4 9 9


 Michelangelo was twenty-two when he began

carving a large marble block into a sculptural

centerpiece of St. Peter's Basilica in Vatican City.


Mary's face is serene, not contorted with agony.

She is also far too young to be the mother 

of Jesus, her thirty-three year old son.


"Virgin mother, daughter of her son."

Dante, Divine Comedy.


Here was Michelangelo giving himself artistic license

to portray the mystery of baffling contradiction.








 S C H O O L    O F    A T H E N S


R A P H A E L               1 5 1 1


 Raphael painted this monumental fresco for

the private viewing of Pope Julius II, his patron.

Julius was pleased with Raphael's painting

but not enough to distract him from overseeing

Michelangelo's ongoing work on the ceiling

of the Pope's Sistine Chapel. 


Raphael painted the world's greatest minds

of antiquity gathering to share among themselves

their reasoning and philosophy.

The message to Julius was that Classical

learning, pagan though it was, often

harmonized with Christian teaching.


The time was right to read from your 

books by Plato and Aristotle.








 V E N U S    O F    U R B I N O 


T I T I A N               1 5 3 8


This isn't Venus.


It began with Botticelli painting nude women

posed at Venus, Goddess of Love.  Now it's

the next door lady on a pin-up poster

sending seasonal blessings.


The Duke of Urbino commissioned this painting 

to celebrate his marriage, one presumably filled 

with seduction.




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