September 23, 2011 § 2 Comments
Carrying on a little from yesterday’s cleaning theme, firstly – who knew our flat could be so sparkly. Bravo to the elbow grease applied by someone else. Even our bathroom taps, which I had thought to be ruined by me applying inappropriate products sometime ago, are now all shiny-bright.
The odour of oven cleaner lingered around the flat for perhaps a bit too long. There was something about the smell that made me think that my chemo (to date, anyway) is like having the most astringent cleaning products applied to my insides. My mouth tastes like someone has rubbed too hard with a Brillo Pad, while the fumes from the oven cleaner seemed to be attempting to unit with the chemicals inside me (fluorouacil. epirubicin, cyclophosphamide) to form some kitchen-human super cleaning agent.
On a lighter note, today I have been mostly keeping busy by meeting two lovely friends, plus visiting the Wallace Collection in Manchester Square. (For those not familiar, this is a collection of art, furniture and armour assembled by one family, the Marquesses of Hertford and Sir Richard Hertford, over four generations, then donated to the Nation in 1897 and still housed in the original town house of the Hertford’s: http://www.wallacecollection.org/ ).
1. Huge number of paintings of dead game
2. Good wallpaper
3. Lesson to us all in how accumulating stuff, supported by real wealth, can get way out of hand.
In particular I was drawn to two paintings. Firstly, there is poor Prince Baltasar Carlos in Silver (1633) by Diego Velázquez; the three-year old is pictured in the stiffest silver dress you can imagine (and he went on to die at 16 so doubly poor Prince).
Secondly, there is Susanna van Collen and her Daughter Anna (1633) by Rembrandt, or someone from his studio. This gives us the whole “look at us, we’re so wealthy” thing again, the mother handing her daughter cash in anticipation of a serious dowry. As a side issue, apparently the grapes in that basket on the table behind suggest hoped for fecundity within marriage.
What link these pictures for me is just how darn uncomfortable those clothes must have been. The dress looks like steel, while Mrs van C’s collar is just insane. How scratchy must that have been, not to mention plain awkward?
ON THE UPSIDE – POINT TWO
(Maybe not strictly an upside, but…) I’m grateful not to be living in an age of uncomfortable clothes. Uncomfortable on the inside is enough.
Very much agree with you about painting A. What I want to know is how is this in time series related to las Meninas in the Prado. Latter is more striking due to large black space above emphasising tiny size of sitters. Xxxx
This painting is about 1633, whereas las Meninas, a portrait of the infanta Margarita, is about 1656. The latter shows Philip’s daughter by his second wife. Poor old Baltasar died in 1646. Mind you, Margarita didn’t do much better. She was married to her Uncle at 15, gave birth to four children, was weakened by many miscarriages, and died at age of 21.
This is the kind of clarification with will help to keep me busy.