Tuesday, May 23, 2017

last day in Florence ... miscellaneous Art


Here are some souvenirs (none purchased, you'll be glad to hear) outside the Duomo - I was rather taken by turning Brunelleschi's dome into an umbrella, though.


Here is the most utterly adorable unicorn, in a side chapel in Santa Croce;


here an excerpt from a quite wonderful performed video introducing one into the life and performed campness of Herbert Horne - complete with animated designs on the wall behind him (the museum is great, too - a small but perfectly formed intro to Renaissance art genres and materials, and also to late C19th text and print - I was so glad to see copies of the Century Guild Hobby Horse, which featured in my PhD - and of course I didn't know enough at the time to understand what I could have been doing with it.


A lion - a positively Venetian lion, but actually guarding Dante outside Santa Croce;


Dante, reflected and reflecting, in a window by Santa Croce;


and, inside Santa Croce, some fish.

Monday, May 22, 2017

more florentine bits and pieces


A solitary poppy in the Boboli Gardens, where I don't think I've spent much time since I was a graduate student, reading Keith Thomas' Religion and the Decline of Magic, day after day, under a tree (I think entrance to the gardens must have been free then - or nearly so - alas, no more);


some more wall art, on the Lung'arno;


a pillar and arch at the entrance to Santa Maria Novella - the chapel in the Green Cloister still has some of my favorite frescoes in the world (admittedly illustrating the dangerous lures of everyday life - dancing, and music-making, and climbing trees to eat forbidden fruit);


a shrine on a street corner;


and the roundabout/carousel on the Piazza della Repubblica.   

Sunday, May 21, 2017

a city view, and more variegated wall art ...


One terrific tourist view - there's a rose garden half way up to San Miniato al Monte - I don't remember it from the past, but it's quite peaceful ... But what happened to the big cat colony that used to hang out on these steps??


Then back in the city itself, a reminder that one needs to destroy in order to create (but does that destruction include painting over earlier graffiti?);



... some cheruns getting tangled up in a sculpted curtain (in the Palazzo Medici Riccardi);


a stray crocodile;


and a listening ear.

Saturday, May 20, 2017

our Florentine apartment's study ceiling, two final conference views, and a balcony ...




It is remarkable that every time we go and re-set the temperamental internet here - about every twenty minutes - that we can look up and see this ceiling ...


Two final La Pietra views - a distance shot of the main villa, and a close-up of Villa Sassetti, the site of many of the sessions that I attended ...


and then a balcony, from the Piazza SS Annunziata - which I walked through most mornings and evenings on my way to and from the 25 bus.




Friday, May 19, 2017

three different views


View one: Piazza Santa Croce - our apartment is in the next street.  Here some rain clouds are gathering.


View 2: the view from today's seminar room - which housed a brilliant and very useful seminar by Jay Clayton on using various Digital Humanities exercises in the classroom (today was probably the first and last time in which I've tweeted in the persona of Natalie Barney - which was fun).  We were responding, in different modes - in character, and then as our scholarly selves, grouped into threes and each focusing on one object - to Harold Acton's bedroom, a temple of fusty fussiness.


View three - en route to the seminar rooms - a broken arch.

Thursday, May 18, 2017

Florentine walls (and a seminar room)


This morning began in a room with this - and similar figures in it: to recover (from the decor, not the papers) I grounded myself with a lot of walking this afternoon.  My iPhone claims to have walked over 24,000 steps, which probably explains the tired legs earned in pursuit of wacky wall art.





Wednesday, May 17, 2017

reception with a view



If I didn't get to talk to you at the reception this evening, that was because we had to go and explore the gardens ... how could one resist?  I don't think - and this is saying something - that I've ever been to a conference reception in such a stunning site ...