Dear Art-loving friend,
My first ten years of life
aside, I do believe that I have never spent so much time inside a church as I do
while living in Italy. But hey, there is
a LOT of art in churches here! Each church
or even basilica has its own personality, and yet, there are so many
similarities. My friend Susan and I
meandered into the Chiesa di Sant’Agata nel Carmine in the Città Alta of Bergamo
earlier this month. It originated in
1391, was renovated in 1730, and contains works from the years in-between. I must say that it feels odd to no longer be
surprised when one enters a church containing such splendor. In fact, sometimes I think it lessens the
impact of the architecture of spaces in other countries.
However, I enjoyed the
floor, reminding me of the harlequin’s pattern.
The skull and other relics were prominently displayed in one of the side
chapels on the left. Usually relics are
not so easily accessible, or as impressive a collection in one space. Things like this always leave me with more
questions than answers. If these are
things of the spirit, are the spirits still connected with those of the
physical or is it just that WE need to have this connection? That sort of thing I ponder.
And, this may be the only
church in which I found a crucified Christ on a pulley system. Um, is that for some fun on Halloween (or
better, All Saints’ Day)?
Well, I am still writing, so I suppose that lightning has missed me again. It has always perplexed me that the Christian religion speaks freely and demonstrates in her temples most aspects of humanity, such as violence and death, and yes, reverence and faith too. But rarely do we ever see images or artworks of sex, our most physical way of expressing love. How often do we even see hand-holding or hugs? Or is it just that the love of parent [or authority figure] without much physical expression, outside of the suckling from a feeding breast, is so much more important than physical love between consenting adults or even open affection? I am not suggesting really that churches become filled with images of sexual playfulness or adventures [although I am certainly not opposed to it if beautifully done], but I do grow weary of the prevalent violent images.
Now, on some lighter notes. We saw fried and sugared polenta cakes in a bakery [with marzipan below them]. I have not tried this, but I imagine it is decadently delicious. Grease and sugar, mainstays the world over. Traffic and dogs… Dogs in bakeries… Love it all. And yes, by all means, encourage them to use the urinals… Men, too, please.
Happy birthday, dear Lei! This is a big one, no? I feel it too. We still have much to accomplish!
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| This is another one of those “lost in translation” situations. “non pretendiamo tanto . . . ma almeno nei giardini” Google translates this sign as “do not claim as much. . . but at least in the gardens” I can think of lots of ways to interpret, but you decide. I must study more Italian language! |
