Art, 3 steps back.


Final shot of an insignificant artwork (that some talented male artist in Florence once created on a commission, using his trained and innate skills; tempus fugit and so does recognition for 95% of us regular humans. We each have our brief moment on the stage and then poof! we are gone [Thanks for the quote to Shakespeare] ). Remember to live in the moment.  The wisest words probably ever spoken.

Ciao, bella! It was lovely to know you, however briefly. Knowing you enriched my life and I am grateful.

Cutting edge old master art


I posted about Cellini’s Perseus here a couple of days ago. Ms. Medusa should never have messed with Mr. Perseus if she wanted to keep her gorgeous head attached to her beautiful body.


Spending the better part of a day yesterday admiring the fabulous collection at the Uffizi Gallery, I couldn’t help but notice how often heads seemed to be rolling.  Or prepared to be rolling.  Could no one find a better way to solve a problem than beheading?  With a sharp edge?


Poor adolescent Isaac in this painting.  His dad, Abraham, was willing to cut off his head to please his god. If you know the story, you know that at the lost possible moment an angel showed up and talked Abraham back from the ledge.

Yikes! Stay away from cutting edges if you inhabit the historical world.  It is a very dangerous place!

And don’t even get me started on David and Goliath! I’ll be at the Bargello in coming days and I promise I’ll be discussing that theme and Donatello after that.

Prepare yourselves.

This might get bloody.

Ha ha.  Never.


Do not mess with Perseus.

He doesn’t play.

And he is not only out for blood, but he’ll take your head right along with it.

Who:  Benvenuto Cellini

What: Perseus with the Head of Medusa

When: c. 1545

Where: Loggia dei Lanzi, Piazza della Signoria, Florence

Why: Because he wanted to.  Ha ha.  Kidding.  His patron commissioned it.

Wickedly, hatefully, mercilessly and brutally expressed. Undeniably gorgeous.




Some people (too many, alas; there, I said it!) come to Florence for the gelato.

Not me.

I come for the wicked beauty.   The wickeder, the better.  The more beautiful, even beyond wicked. And unquestionably better.