On Saturday evening, there was an Advent “O Antiphon” dinner sponsored by the traditional council of KCs associated with Holy Innocents parish in midtown. I think you have all heard of the place. It was great to see the former pastors, who came. The present pastor… no show. Too bad. It would have been good to get to meet him.
In any event, the next morning it was off to the Met. If someone is wondering where I might be at a given moment in NYC, a good guess is either inside or at the hot dog cart outside.
Inside, they are constantly rearranging, bring out new old things.
Here is something that I hadn’t recalled spending time with. I noticed a detail which I still need to verify, but seemed ominous and ghastly.
Herodias by Francesco Cairo (+1665).
This was cut down from a larger piece. There are similar works by Francesco Cairo in Boston and Vicenza showing the larger composition which includes the platter upon which rests the head of St. John the Baptist.
It is hard to see, but it looks like she is holding between her pinchers a single hair. [It could be a pin.]
If that is so, then she is in ecstasy over her post-mortem torment of the Baptist.
Remember that John was killed partly because he said to the world something which could be a contemporary point of discussion: No, you may not have that woman as your wife. Herodias was outraged and she plotted her revenge.
Here is a lovely French ivory piece, as sweet as the other is awful. There is byzantine influence, of course. I find this very touching.
A marvelous bronze corpus, Italian.
The Met museum shop has a reproduction which I have been debating purchasing for several years. The reproduction is very good and it even as the wholes for nails. I thought I would have a wooden Cross made for it. As a member I get a good discount. ‘Tis also the season.
A while back I mentioned Michael O’Brian’s new book, The Fool of New York City
This painting figures in the book. Goya, of course. The cage is filled with finches… of the type which serves as the famous Christological Goldfinch.
This could be a good Christmas gift.
We had to go to the tree lighting. Only one time on Sunday afternoon. Detail.
I found the monkey again, and the pig is still crossing the bridge.
More on them later.
In the evening, CHINESE! There is no good Chinese where I live, alas.
Lamb with cumin.
Three pepper chicken. Whew.
So far so good. Today brings errands. I am meeting a friend for lunch and movie. I must stop at certain shops, including the place where I buy incense for the parish.