this is the piece that made me fall in love with art history because at first youre all oh thats a cool painting of saint agatha
wait a minute… is that
hell yes. tits on a platter
how would you know it is St. Agatha without the tits on the platter?
1. gild this, gild that, gild your balls
3. life of christ cycles
5. vespers in Latin in Italy
- he is a reanimated corpse and the spell is wearing off
- actually just became pope on a dare and now he’s just sick of it
- pouting because the italian designers are tired of making him couture vestments
- starting his own church and he wanted to check out the competition
- his favorite band is going on tour and he wants to be a roadie
- thought being pope would give him superpowers and now he’s really disappointed and disillusioned
- he just hates rome
- the cardinals never let him stay up late or have any fun
- he now has enough money for a commercial flight to the moon and he’s going to spend the rest of his life trying to get there
- he’s about to become a reality tv star
- he’s actually dead and this is all part of an elaborate conspiracy in order to claim his unemployment checks
aubrey is the most perfect.
Finnegan’s Wake || The Clancy Brothers & The DublinersTim revives, see how he rises!
Timothy rising from the dead!
Says, “Whirl your whiskey around like blazes
D’anam don diabhal! Do you think I’m dead?”
aubrey really is just a member of my family in disguise.
George Santayana would call you an “aesthetic Catholic,” I think. (And frankly, on my weird, angsty, recovering Catholic days, I consider myself one as well).
ooo what a lovely phrase.
I’ve called myself “academically Catholic” before. Just because I like that the world Catholic and catholic both work there. one being the religion and one meaning broad-reaching in tastes.
Because really all my academic interests center around this fascination with the intersection of politics and religion. In art I am usually looking at works produced from the inside, and in literature I prefer works created from the outside voyeuristically in. Even in contemporary art, my main interest in voyeurism and my first exposure to that was Lucy Snowe in Villette watching Catholic rites and attempting to participate in them.
Saint Lucy was martyred for her Christianity by having her eyes gauged out. Sometimes her eyes are shown on a plate like scrambled eggs, as in these examples. Today’s entry, however, shows one of the weirdest representations of the saint.
Francesco del Cossa, Saint Lucy(detail), c. 1473/1474, tempera on panel. National Gallery of Art, Washington, D.C.
Though something I don’t really get St. Lucy always still has eyes like she is holding her eyes and then she has eyes in her head is that the miracle? because you hear “Saint with her eyes gouged out” you’d think that would be really easy to see. but she always still has eyes!
Julia Margaret Cameron, After Perugino. The Annunciation, 1865-66.
Marianne Stokes - Group in a Rumanian Religious Procession, Desze (1909)
i love marianne stokes
this is adorable and i don’t even care
Peter Paul Rubens, The Elevation of the Cross, c. 1610-11
Rubens received this monumental commission from the Catholic Church, who were in the proces of restoring Antwerp to Catholicism after the counter-reformation. Rubens doesn’t depict Christ as suffering; instead, Christ is a heroic, powerful figure, rippling with muscles and strength instead of hanging limply on the cross. Rubens essentially turned Christ and the saints into Christian heroes, which is exactly what the church wanted to try and revitalize its followers. In its original location, this altarpiece would have been seen by members of the congregation, requiring the overemphasized sense of scale, dynamic movement, and color to ensure that everyone could see what was being depicted. The bottom of the canvas is in the foreground, bringing the image into the viewer’s space; you can almost hear the noise and grunting of the figures working to raise Christ. Rubens is drawing from sketches he made while in Italy and Spain; the musculature is reminiscent of Michelangelo.
it wasn’t until I saw this painting that I realized that christ had to be nailed to the cross on the ground and then put up.
though I don’t really know how I thought it worked before.