The Tarot Players, Fresco by Unknown Early 15th Century Master, Milano, Casa Borromeo
I finished the audiobook for Dan Brown’s ‘The Lost Symbol’ (good yarn, interesting theories-some heard before- anticlimactic ending) and painted for a couple of hours. Since I am specialized in becoming engrossed in whatever is not on my to-do list (one of my dear,wise students told me that ‘It’s not so much that one works well under pressure: it’s that under pressure, one works) I picked up one of my history/travel books on my city, Milano, and found this treasure, which is a fresco in the ground floor of Casa Borromeo- most of the house was lost in the 1943 bombings. This work captivated me, perhaps because of the gossamer, otherworldly manner in wich the tarot players are depicted, perhaps because this work is now more than 500 years old yet it has a very contemporary dynamic in the parts left ‘bare’ and reminds me, for example, of Ghadah’s girls (especially in the rendition below)
As for music,this has been the soundtrack of today (Flume especially…and the whole acoustic Transmissions Series archive is candy to the soul…thankyou Suzie…).
A friend of mine also shared some wonderful poetry from the spanish poet Antonio Machado.
Dreams
To know yourself – is to remember
the miry canvases of past dreams
and to walk with open ears
on this sad day.
For the greatest gift of memory
is the bringing back of dreams.
Antonio Machado
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