X is for the portrait of Pope Leo X. Some guys have all the luck.

Quick: what is the one thing that every Italian Renaissance man– including Lorenzo the Magnificent, ruler of the Florentine republic— wanted?

To have their son named Pope, of course!

And Lorenzo got his wish!

And on top of that, Lorenzo’s son, known as Pope Leo X, had his portrait painted by Raphael.  Wow, some people really do have all the luck!

Pope Leo X had the good fortune to be born in Florence (in 1475), the second son of il magnifico.  His birthname was Giovanni di Lorenzo de’ Medici.  In Italian families, the eldest son inherited the business or other elite endeavors of the father; the second son went into the church.  Young Giovanni was therefore destined to rise in church hierarchy and, sure enough, was made a cardinale in 1489 at the ripe age of 14. He must have been filled with wisdom at this very mature age.  Yuk, yuk.

Giovanni became Pope (il Papa) Leo X in 1513, and he remained in this most elite office until his death in 1521 at the age of  46.  The church was losing ground during this time and il papa did everything he could think of to stop the losses.  He succeeded in making his nephew the duke of Urbino, but only by leading a costly war which severely damaged papal finances. Some of his cardinals tried to poison him, but he escaped this fate just narrowly.

Leo X is probably best known for granting indulgences to pay for the reconstruction and beautification of the St. Peter’s and the Vatican; for example, he commissioned Raphael to paint what are now known as the Raphael Rooms, which were the central, and largest, works of the painter’s career. One of Raphael’s best known works is The School of Athens in the  Stanza della Segnatura, seen here.

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Leo X seemed to have been quite unwilling to accept that the way he conducted church business was not condoned and, as a result, Martin Luther wrote the 95 Theses.  Leo X condemned Luther in his Papal Bull of 1520.  He couldn’t stop the march of reform, however, and the Protestant Reformation succeeded. This pope died in 1521 and is buried in Rome in the church Santa Maria sopra Minerva.  I suspect there is a big reason why he wasn’t buried in St. Peter’s, as were some of his fellow popes.  But, I don’t have an answer for that at this time.

Now, on to Raphael, one of the greatest artists of the Italian Renaissance. Here is a portrait of him as a young man.

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Raphael’s father was a court painter and, from a very early age, Raphael showed immense talent.  His artistic ability and connections took him first to Florence and then to Rome.  Of course he knew both Leonardo and Michelangelo.  Pope Leo X kept Raphael busy with commissions for the Vatican, and it therefore comes as no surprise that he as well painted the pontiff’s portrait.  Here it is again:

Here are a few of Raphael’s other portraits, so you can get some sense of what he achieved in his highly realistic treatment of Pope Leo X.

Y is for Yves Saint-Laurent.

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This great dress was designed by Yves Saint Laurent, the well-known French couturier, for his fall-winter collection of 1965-66.  Saint Laurent was born in Algeria in 1936, and would later in his life live in Morocco (see my earlier post on Saint Laurent’s fantastic garden in Marrakech), which gives his life a kind of North-African symmetry.  He called this The Mondrian Day Dress, 5.

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In the mid-1950s, designers started playing around with dress shapes, and the “sack dress” like this one by Christian Dior evolved as a fashionable new version of the shift. Saint Laurent had worked within this framework but was evolving away from the looseness of the format.  Of course, the French designer was also familiar with the flat planes of color in paintings by Piet Mondrian.

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So, Saint Laurent began boldly borrowing Mondrian’s color block idea and added it to the new shift design with which he was experimenting.

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By piecing together each block of colored jersey, and setting them into an overall “composition” reminiscent of Mondrian, he imperceptibly hid all of the shaping within the grid of seams to accommodate the body underneath. Saint Laurent achieved a new and exciting, while very referential, feat of dressmaking.  What terrific fun he must have had!

Z is for Zenobia.

I don’t know what has gotten into me recently.  I just really feel like blogging about art.  For some reason, Harriet Hosmer’s Zenobia has been on my mind today and so–just for fun–I decided to try blogging each day with an artist, artwork, or art-related subject for each letter of the alphabet.  And, because, I am Lauretta, who likes to do things differently, I decided to do it from Z to A.

Ahem.

So, here we go, let’s start at the very end.  Z is for Zenobia.

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So, I can hear you asking, who is Harriet Hosmer and what is a Zenobia?

Well, let me introduce you to “Hattie” who is shown working here in her studio in Rome, c. 1860.

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Got your attention?  Excellent!

Harriet Goodhue Hosmer was born (1830) in Massachusetts and was encouraged by her physician father to live an active life to overcome early illnesses.  He instructed her in studies of anatomy, which are critical for an artist’s understanding of how to portray the human body, and she liked to model in clay.  With her father’s connections, she was able to study at a medical school in Missouri.

Yada-yada, I can hear you saying, but women didn’t go to medical school in the mid-19th century! “Ladies” stayed at home and painted watercolors, if they just had to paint, or did needlework more likely.  They didn’t mix with men in medical schools for crying out loud!  But Hosmer did. She seemed destined to defy tradition.

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This is “Hattie” as a young woman. Maybe I am reading too much into this portrait of her, but I think I can see confidence and strong-mindedness in her direct gaze; regardless, she would need these character traits to lead what turned out to be a very unconventional life during the Victorian era.

The year 1852 was very critical in Hosmer’s life, for that’s when she left New England for Rome.  From 1853 to 1860, she studied sculpting with the Welsh sculptor, John Gibson, in his Roman studio.  Hosmer met many stars in the international art galaxy centered in Rome, including Nathaniel Hawthorne, George Eliot, George Sand, and she was a frequent guest of the Robert and Elizabeth Barret Browning in Florence.  Just for fun, let’s take a quick look at the Browning’s front door in Firenze.

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Omg, don’t you love it?  Did you know that Elizabeth Barrett Browning is said to have said: “When I die I don’t want to go to heaven, I want to go to Florence.”  My sentiments exactly.

But, back to unconventional Hosmer.

I have written at some length on Hosmer before ( for the Metropolitan Museum of Art on their American sculpture collection) and there is plenty of biographical material available on the web for anyone who is interested, so let me simply summarize by saying that all of the educated citizenry of the western world flocked to Rome in the early to mid-19th century.  The “Grand Tour” was de rigueur for the elite, and Americans of means traveled to Italy to acquire class or at least its trappings.

While we can smile at their obvious antics, we need to remember that if it weren’t for these ambitious predecessors, our American art museums would not house their impressive collections.

If you are interested in this era, there are plenty of published first-hand accounts, ranging from Nathaniel Hawthorne (see, for example, The Marble Faun), who caught it mid-wave, and Henry James, who caught the tail-end of wave, but rode it beautifully (Daisy Miller and more).  Reading Henry James’ Golden Bowl, or watching the movie made from it, is a superb way to enter the atmosphere of the lure of Italy for weatlhy Americans.

There can be no doubt that in addition to studying sculpture, Hosmer enjoyed the comparative freedom that a foreigner always feels while living in another country.  And Rome was very open-minded, which was helpful because Hattie was gay.  Her life in Italy must have been intoxicating.

Hosmer met and mingled with many strong women from several countries and she had love affairs with a number of them.  Her private life is really none of my biz, but I suspect it was quite interesting.  Good for her!  She would probably cheer for yesterday’s American Supreme Court ruling, allow for same sex marriage. Huzzah! But, back to art.

In time Hosmer was joined in Italy by a number of other American women who, interestingly enough, made sculpture their raison d’etre.  Hosmer may have shown them the way.

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With images such as this, known as Puck, Hosmer garnered critical and popular acclaim. The Prince of Wales and the Duke of Hamilton were among just two of the purchasers of this whimsical piece (and there were many copies made, very openly, of popular subjects).

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Here is a great photograph of Hosmer and all the Italian artisans that brought her modeled images to life in marble (yes, that’s right, most of these sculptors modeled and hired locals in Italy to do the carving).  When you consider how far women had come, this is a remarkable document.

Zenobia was the queen who ruled Palmyra, a part of Roman Syria, from 267 to 274 CE.  Zenobia, known as al-Zabbā’ (الزباء‎) in Arabic, famously led a revolt against the Roman Empire and became queen of the Palmyrene Empire. By 269, Zenobia had expanded the empire, conquering Egypt and expelling the Roman prefect, Tenagino Probus, who was beheaded after he led an attempt to recapture the territory. She ruled over Egypt until 274, when she was defeated and taken as a hostage to Rome by Emperor Aurelian.

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Of all the moments in Zenobia’s life, Hosmer chose to depict her as captive of the Roman army, her head bowed slightly and her eyes downcast. Despite the manacles and chains which imprison her, she still conveys a sense of authority and majesty, for her crown and other jewels are intact, her back is straight, and her shoulders are held back as she steps confidently forward.  I see her as proud and stoic.

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Here I quote another blogger on Hosmer:

“Hosmer chose to bring Zenobia to life, not as her usual symbol of a defeated victim, but rather as an embodiment of woman’s ability to move beyond the constraints that have been placed on them.”  This may be an overstatement, but I tend to think not. And I think Zenobia is a great place to start an alphabet!

American art: Bessie Potter Vonnoh

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After yesterday’s post on Paul Manship, I am in a sculptural frame of mind.  My mind turns to the intersection of two of my favorite subjects: horticulture and sculpture.

In no place on earth do these two subjects (and one more–which you will find out at the end of this post–it is a secret until then) come together better than in the Central Park Conservatory in this famous New York park.  If you have never been to this garden, put it on your bucket list.  Here is a photo and some information from the Conservatory’s website:

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“The Conservatory Garden‘s….main entrance is through the Vanderbilt Gate, on Fifth Avenue between 104th and 105th Streets. This magnificent iron gate, made in Paris in 1894, originally stood before the Vanderbilt mansion at Fifth Avenue and 58th Street.”

That certainly sets the stage. Thank you Conservatory website.

Now, back to Bessie Potter Vonnoh.

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So, who was this artist and what is this gorgeous monument in New York, surrounded by a pond of lilies, all about?

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Bessie Potter Vonnoh (BPV) was born in St. Louis in 1872 and grew up in Chicago.  Her enlightened mother encouraged her to study at the Art Institute, where she was fortunate to study with one of the most well-known sculptors of the time, Loredo Taft.  This  was a critical moment both for Taft’s life as well as for the art life of the United States.  In 1893, the World’s Columbian Exposition was held in Chicago and Taft was commissioned to create an entire sculptural program to decorate the exterior of the Horticultural Building, an important venue at the Expo, and BPV became a valued assistant. She also produced an independent commission, the Personification of Art, for the Illinois State Building.

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Indeed, the 1890s were a decade of important events in her life.  In 1895 she met Auguste Rodin in Paris and enjoyed some critical success, as well as receiving an important civic commission back in the U.S..  Four years later the sculptor married impressionist painter Robert Vonnoh. In the French Exposition Universelle of 1890, BPV won a bronze medal for two works.

“The Belle Epoch” in the U.S. was a great time of World’s Fairs, and art played an important role in all of these expos.  BPV enjoyed successful participation in many of these, including  the 1901 Pan-American Exposition (Buffalo, NY) and at the 1904 Louisiana Purchase Exposition (St Louis, MO).

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Just for fun, allow yourself to get lost in this delightful, idealized bird’s-eye view of the fairgrounds at Buffalo. It gives you a sense of how wonderful these artificial grounds must have been. You could also watch the Judy Garland classic movie, Meet Me in St. Louis, for another fun introduction to the big expos of the time. I digress.

In 1913 BVP was fortunate to have a solo exhibition at the Brooklyn Museum and a few years later she became the first woman elected to the then-prestigious National Academy of Design.  While this was a great honor–an acceptance into the established art world–it also signals BVP’s holding pattern in the conservative camp of American art through the next decades of her life (she died in 1955).

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Vonnoh even exhibited at the famed Armory Show in 1915.  One can about imagine her reaction to the modernist works she saw there!

Armory show notwithstanding, sculpture designed specifically for garden settings became a very popular art form for early 20th century American patrons of art and BPV enjoyed success working in this format. The lovely Frances Hodgson Burnett Memorial Fountain in the Central Park Conservatory is, I think, her finest example.

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You may know that Frances Hodgson Burnett was a British/American playwright and author, perhaps best-known today for her wonderful children’s classic and one of my own very favorite books, The Secret Garden.  Here is a cover of the book when it was first published in 1911.

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At the beginning of this post I said that BPV’s sculpture in Central Park is a wonderful intersection of sculpture and horticulture.  Now you see that it also includes children’s literature.  What could be better? Art, literature, horticulture;  I love them all.

American Art: Paul Manship.

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Many people will recognize this iconic image of “Prometheus” from Rockefeller Center. This giant gilt-bronze statue depicts the young Greek god who fashioned humankind from clay as well as stealing fire for mankind’s use.  Said to be the most photographed sculpture in all of New York,  I wonder how many know its maker, Paul Manship (1885-1966)?

Manship was born in Minnesota and went to art schools in Philadelphia and New York.  In 1909 he won the Rome Prize which allowed him an idyllic study at the American Academy in Rome until 1912.

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This picture shows a typical fountain designed by Manship.  I love this insouciant toddler,  who lifts his head in pure joy while impishly  holding two pitiable frogs.  Despite his nudity, which could be excused both for the boy’s youth and for the figure’s obvious reliance on classical sculpture, work similar to this found a ready audience in American art circles of the pre-WWI  United States.

Under the spell of the Italy, Manship familiarized himself with the art of the world and was especially taken with Archaic (pre-classical)  Greek sculpture.

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His own sculpture took on the characteristics of Archaic sculpture and he began treating classical subjects, such this gorgeous and completely new and vanguard treatment of “Europa and the Bull.”

The American art world to which Manship returned in 1912 was stuck aesthetically in the so-called “Beaux-Arts” tradition and was just beginning to feel the punch of the newer, more “modern” approach.  Sculptors were very much behind painters.  Manship’s post-Italy work, which was smooth, sleek and very simplified with highly elongated forms, caught the wave of the modernist aesthetic, while not upsetting the more conservative American approach.

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The fact that Manship’s post-European bronze sculpture abstained abstraction made him a favorite with art collectors.  Today we see in his work the advent of what we now call Art Deco, as you can clearly see in this 1916 work entitled “Dancer and Gazelles.”

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This is Manship’s “Diana of the Hunt”, showing the woman and her hound of classical mythology.  With work such as the ones pictured here, Manship not only established himself as a sculptor of note, but became one of the leading –and highly influential–figures of the established art life of the U.S.  His expertise and taste had a lasting impact on the 20th century American aesthetic, which is important to remember, for by the 1940s his own work can be seen to be quite conservative.

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My own personal experience with Manship’s work really took shape while I was a visiting scholar in 1985 at the American Academy in Rome.  I was beyond fortunate to be a Chester Dale Fellow at the Metropolitan Museum of Art for three years starting in 1985 and, as a part of that lucky break, I spent three months in Rome in the fall of 1985.  Many mornings I sat in the out-door courtyard of the McKim, Meade and White building near the Aurelian Wall in Trastevere.

In the center of this wonderful building in this incredible setting was the fountain pictured above.  As I sat drinking cappuchino and planning my attack on the archives in the city of Rome for the day, week, or month, I would gaze at this Manship statue and listen to the soft play of water.  As I look back, I am so grateful for the vision the Academy’s founders had and the collaboration between architects and sculptors for providing future generations with such a setting in which to be inspired.  Thank you Paul Manship!

California poppies!

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You had to have strength if you wanted to see flowers other than the pink and white scene-stealing peonies last week at the Pike Place Market.  However, with fortitude, exuberant if diminutive orange poppies could be spotted holding their own in amongst all the pink in the flower stalls.

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Enjoy these pictures of the orange and yellow spitfires, which are known as “California Poppies”.

A plethora of peonies at Pike Place Market

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Last Saturday I was swept away by the profusion of peonies on display at Pike Place Market!

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These pink ones with the broken darker pink color are really extraordinary!  I am very taken with the broken patterns in flowers (see my earlier posts on broken colors in tulips and koi fish).

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These tight, white buds promise a glorious floral moment coming soon.

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Every variety of pink was to be found in these over-the-top flowers.

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Pink moving to mauve, to lavender.

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Gorgeous, blowsy peonies!  I love them!  I saw my first peony when I was in high school, visiting a relative in Montana.  In his overgrown and neglected garden were these large bushy plants with shiny green foliage.  And there were the blossoms of all shades of pink.  And a crazy big fragrance, not always wonderful; in fact, the scent sometimes resembled ammonia!  But the big bold blossoms were simply irresistible to me on that warm spring morning 40 years ago.  And I have loved them ever since.  They were the first perennial I planted in my Denver garden 18 years ago.

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Enjoy the shots of this favorite spring-time bloom, for, like life, it has a definite peak season.  They can sometimes be forced to bloom under certain man-made conditions, but forced blooms are never as wonderful as the real thing.

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White callas @ Pike Place Market.

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This is the scene from Pike Place Market yesterday.  Calla lilies in abundance.

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You had to focus to see them, because, as I will be posting soon, the peonies literally stole the show. But today I am focusing.

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And here is my beautiful proof.  I was focused on the white callas.

And, just for fun, here is a behind-the-scenes shot from a flower stall at the Market.  This is a fast-paced business of an ephemeral product.

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Oh, sweet pea! Won’t ya dance with me?

On this beautiful sunny summer morning in Seattle, I paid a quick visit to the Market for some breakfast and some inspiration.

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Breakfast was an iced latte and a chocolate croissant, topped off by a local fresh peach that literally weighed 2 pounds. You think I am kidding, but I’m not.  The peach was the size of a softball.  More about the local peaches in another post.

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Today it was the sweet peas that captured my attention.  I have tried unsuccessfully to grow these simple flowers for years.  I always planted them from seed in my Denver garden and after many unsuccessful attempts over several growing seasons (read=years), I accepted that sweet peas don’t like high, dry climates.  Fine.  I can deal with that.

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So this past winter I was walking through a local nursery, dreaming about growing season and I saw packages of sweet pea pods.  I bought some and have been watching them grow in containers in my outdoor garden here.

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As of today, I have about 6 feet of vines on the two sweet pea plants that sprouted and grew for me.  I have yet to see a blossom on one of these two plants.  I will say I like the rambling green viney stems with their tendrils quite a lot, but really, one blossom would not hurt!

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But then I walked into the market and was bombarded by sweet pea scent.  I knew I had found treasure.  I snooped through all of the flower stalls and found lots and lots of sweet peas in buckets, in bouquets, and in bunches.  I took lots of pictures and bought some to bring home.

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Here are these little lovelies in my living room, a shot taken just a few minutes ago.  I have found Love as seen in pink, coral, lavender, white and purple!

Happy Weekend!

The amazing northwestern strawberry.

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Until you have tasted the berries grown in this locale, you haven’t really ever tasted a true strawberry.  No supermarket strawberry has ever come close to this delicacy.  Fly on over; it’s definitely worth it.  I guarantee you’re gonna like the way it tastes. (Yuk yuk, George Zimmer in the news this week.)

Strawberries and Cakes

Here’s a wonderful painting of strawberries, accompanied by cakes and cream–not to mention porcelain, silver, glass, clear water and many types of  linen–by the artist John F. Francis (1808-86).  Francis is a favorite still-life painter of mine.  He had great mastery of painting the still-life and would have painted this lovely image of the spring-time delight around 1850. I love its slightly archaic quality.  He was showing off his skill in capturing all of these different textures.

Think back to a time of no refrigeration and you get a sense of how sweet this annual celebration would have been.  A fugitive pleasure, the taste of fresh strawberries.

And, on a totally different track: did you realize that it stays light in Seattle until at least 9:30 p.m. in the summer?  Because I didn’t!  But it does.

We have had lots of warm and sunny weather here, including today.  But yesterday it seriously rained.  I have always thought there is just no place more beautiful in summer than Seattle.  I still think that.

I love that I can leave my home in Madison Park and follow Madison Street all the way from Lake Washington to Elliot Bay in Puget Sound.  Water view to water view.  Very picturesque.