January 3, 2009 § Leave a comment
The boyfriend who thinks he’s Anthony Bourdain is cooking chicken gizzards while pouring wine and dissing me for a) not liking gizzards, b) opening the wine wrong, c) scattering chocolate wherever I go. He says if I write this in the blog he’ll sue me for palimony. Quiz: what famous actor’s romantic troubles led to the coining of the word ‘palimony?’ No fair googling. I always wanted a Palomino pony, mostly because I liked the name ‘Palomino.’ Today, we went to the Frick and saw an early Renaissance sculptor Andrea Riccio (whose father had the wonderful first name ‘Ambrogio.’) Beautiful intricately detailed small bronzes marrying Christian and Classical imagery, the entombment of Christ quite similar to the Elgin Marbles. My favorite was a satyr entwined with a female satyr—usually they go for nymphs or the odd human, but apparently there are female satyrs, at least in Andrea Riccio’s world, and they have lovely fleecy calves to match their mates’ hairy thighs. Her lips are puckered for the kiss. I also liked Riccio’s goat statues—one with tail raised. In both of the, the teeth showing. The detail is exquisite. It reminds me of the trance state of working on something that you’ve been working on a long time, how you don’t notice the deep pleasure you’re feeling. Obesessive in the best way. That is what connects me to other artists—the recognition of the thrill of capturing the details. Christ’s toes curling under the edge of the relief. What does it feel like to work on those toes?