A colleague and friend of mine, Christa, Irwin, was recently interviewed by The Wood Word, "Marywood University's Online News Source," about a work of art that helped to get her interested in art history. She chose the Nike of Samothrace, which also really got the wheels turning for me during my introduction to art history. … Continue reading Nike of Samothrace
Bless me Internet, for I have sinned. It has been four months since my last blog post . . . To be honest, I've had some trouble writing new posts lately. Since my blog is supposed to be art historical, I've struggled a bit. I feel like I should be writing about current events: art … Continue reading A Moment of Perfection
I think that classical radio hosts should give trigger warnings before playing things like Schubert's Ave Maria during the morning commute. No sooner had a buckled my seat belt after dropping my son off at school this morning, than out came the first bars of said song. The music hit me like a sock to … Continue reading Hail Mary, Full of Grace
Those of us living in Seattle just endured one of the worst winters on record for the area. We had day after dreary day of gray mist and low clouds. I think there were a couple of sunny days scattered in there, but I can't remember them. All I remember is endless damp and cold. … Continue reading Dappled Things
In yesterday's satirical post, I referenced Linda Nochlin's acclaimed 1971 essay, "Why Have There Been no Great Women Artsts?" In honor of National Women's Day, I reread it and got to thinking about women artists and the many, many artists who have been left out. I am not striking today, though I support those women … Continue reading What Women?
All good leaders appreciate the grave importance of protecting their citizens from the threats of invading barbarians, be they Eurasian nomads, Visigoths, Huns, or . . . Mexicans. Donald Trump knows his history and looks to that history with concern and anticipation. He will protect his people from the Great Mexican Horde, just as the … Continue reading The Great Trumpian Wall of Southern America
Today would have been my mother's seventieth birthday. Were she alive today, I would have sent her a bouquet of pale pink roses. She once told me that she thought the two most perfect things in the world were cats and roses. Since she already had a beloved feline in her life, I tried to … Continue reading A Rose