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Pretty Pictures Volume 2

Well, bros, I gotta tell ya, I don’t have much for ya this time. Fool of a Took that I am, I didn’t think about the blog at all this week. So we’ll all have to be content with more purdy pictures. Hang loose–!!

There's some gnarly stuff at the Galileo Museum.

There’s some gnarly stuff at the Galileo Museum.

I like taking pictures through holes.

I like taking pictures through holes.

DECENT VIEWS from Fort Belvedere, just above the Boboli Gardens.

DECENT VIEWS from Fort Belvedere, just above the Boboli Gardens.

Fiercely fabulous OR fabulously fierce?

Fiercely fabulous OR fabulously fierce?

This is the ceiling of THE ILIAD ROOM in the Pitti Palace... Yeah, bros. Hades looks displeased. DISPLEASED.

This is the ceiling of THE ILIAD ROOM in the Pitti Palace… Yeah, bros. Hades looks displeased. DISPLEASED.

LOOK AT THESE FREAKING FIGS, YOU CAN SPREAD THEM ON TOAST.

LOOK AT THESE FREAKING FIGS, YOU CAN SPREAD THEM ON TOAST.

Excuse me, are you an artist?

Excuse me, are you an artist?

Look it's Athena! And baby Herk killin' some snakes!

Look it’s Athena! And baby Herk killin’ some snakes!

I'm pretty sure this is Hermaphrodite. Getting the royal friggin' treatment from some putti. Decent.

I’m pretty sure this is Hermaphrodite. Getting the royal friggin’ treatment from some putti. Decent.

Horses with fins are a-ok with me.

Horses with fins are a-ok with me.

Pretty normal sight at home; piles of laundry and open sketchbooks.

Pretty normal sight at home; piles of laundry and open sketchbooks.

See?

See?

The Moon is a mirror.

The Moon is a mirror.

The Swiss consulate is a hotel, a park, a bar, a restaurant and a palace? Makes sense, I guess, but what the hell did they give Canada for a consulate? A red and white garbage can? Geez... On that note, I miss whisky and maple syrup. DON'T TAKE THEM FOR GRANTED.

The Swiss consulate is a hotel, a park, a bar, a restaurant and a palace? Makes sense, I guess, but what the hell did they give Canada for a consulate? A red and white garbage can? Geez… On that note, I miss whisky and maple syrup. DON’T TAKE THEM FOR GRANTED.

This is one of the most ridiculous sculptures I've come across... Go on, zoom in. It's a tiger battling a snake over the body of a camel. I think it was fenced off for the good of the public.

This is one of the most ridiculous sculptures I’ve come across… Go on, zoom in. It’s a tiger battling a snake over the body of a camel. I think it was fenced off for the good of the public.

Pictures through holes.

Pictures through holes.

I like walls, too.

I like walls, too.

Bronzi Del Mondo Ellenistico

I’ve gone on about this exhibition to anyone who’ll listen, so I guess it only makes sense to post about…

THERE WAS THIS EXHIBITION of large-scale bronze sculptures from, well, the Hellenistic World! And hooooly crap was it awesome… I couldn’t stop going back!

There were some life-size statues, and some tiny ones… and life-size statue of Athena that adorned one of the Medici’s writing desks?! Who has a bronze statue of a goddess on their writing desk… WHAT DID THE REST OF THE DESK LOOK LIKE? Anyway, I think it was called the Athena of Arezzo, cause it was found in a well in Arezzo. Man oh man, the history under our feet and in our drinking water… And there were some huge statues, too… Fragments of some that must have been more than ten feet tall…

It was just inspiration itself. Seriously.

Hahaha, if I haven’t made myself clear; I LOVED IT.

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Herakles and Hermes.

Herakles and Hermes.

This horsey bro was HUGE.

This horsey bro was HUGE.

Apollo and Athena.

Apollo and Athena.

I love the colour and texture of bronze... I mean, I won't say I captured it here, but I love it...

I love the colour and texture of bronze… I mean, I won’t say I captured it here, but I love it…

Some of them just kept on inspiring me over and friggin over.

Some of them just kept on inspiring me over and friggin over.

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Some of them were broken. Sooo broken in the best possibly ways...

Some of them were broken. Sooo broken in the best possibly ways…

The statue on the left (apparently) was once considered the most ideal Greek statue in existence.

The statue on the right (apparently) was once considered the most ideal Greek statue in existence.

This awesome statue of Athena was like a giant coin, and she was popping out of it. Can you see the head of Medusa on top of her head?

This awesome statue of Athena was like a giant coin, and she was popping out of it. Can you see the head of Medusa on top of her head?

INTERESTING HISTORICAL NOTE: Palazzo Strozzi, where the exhibition was held, had an exhibition on Cezanne and his contemporaries back in 2007, the first time I was in Italy. I saw it. It changed me forever. Cezanne is one of the first artists that I’ve ever actually understood… after seeing his work, that is. The exhibition itself actually had way more of Cezanne’s contemporaries on display than actual Cezanne paintings, which I didn’t quite expect. But… well… it was fantastic. It changed me. Maybe the Hellenistic exhibition will do the same…? I’ve never thought so hard about sculpting than I have since this exhibition…

Repetition and Obsession

There is just so much to draw here. And what draws your attention? Draw that! Draw it again and again and again and again if you have to. Obsess over it. Master it and learn it and never even scratch the surface of it. Beautiful.

Let’s illustrate this form of madness with some of the drawings I’ve done of one particular statue… I think at first I might have drawn this statue more than any others, but it’s been pretty heartily surpassed by a whole bunch of other things. So much to draw… So much to see, too. Geez, imagine all the things I don’t even know about that I COULD have been drawing… good lord…

Anyhow, this statue is in the Loggia in Piazza della Signoria. Herakles and Nessus, the Centaur. Lots of drawings, lots of times of day, several weeks now and a few different angles… (so far, that is…)

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Y’know, the position of Herakles’ brazen club has been bothering me since I arrived (and actually now that I thinka bout it, this might be very well-illustrated in these drawings. It’s facing down, almost pointed at Nessus’ head)… I mean, I picture it coming down on the Centaur’s head, or flank, or I donno, wherever, and it just doesn’t seem like a practical position to hold it in. I mean, it’s not a killing blow, more like he’s disciplining him or giving him a warning or something… Herakles, of all people, who has clubbed everything you can think of, should just be more natural, more adept at it, right? It bothered me, ok? Well one day I was thinking about this and that, and then I got thinking of how it’s one very particular moment that’s captured in a painting or a sculpture. I think I was specifically thinking in the Renaissance-ish era, I don’t remember what got me on this train of thought exactly, but I realized that I was looking at it all wrong… Here’s the Centaur with Herakles standing overtop of him, his horse legs forced into some unnatural positions, his head bent back at a horrible angle, struggling entirely in vain and clearly not going anywhere. We’re not looking at the moment before impact; we’re looking at Herakles having just finished subduing Nessus (and he’s pretty friggin’ subdued), and he’s just starting to raise the club! It’s on the upswing, not the downswing! It’s this detached and methodical thing that Herakles has done over and over in his labours. It’s right before the clubbing begins! Makes a heck of a lot more sense that way. …at least to me. It’s so infinitely fascinating even to have the slightest insight into the context of a work of art and then to imagine at what point of the story it’s supposed to be taking place at. What, who, why, where, when and how was the artist interested in this particular myth, this particular scene… You know, what’s shown, what’s not shown… Unreal, bros. (Did that actually make sense?)

And there was this pigeon pretty proudly crapping on Herakles’ foot the last time I was there. Like, strutting and standing next to it and looking me in the eye. Context. Oh, and more on Herakles and his tendencies to go out clubbing another time… Till then, hang loose!!