Monday, 5 January 2015

Rembrandt at the National Gallery

A heartbreakingly tender painting. I hadn't seen it before, and it had a physical effect on me.  Odd how these things happen, unexpectedly.  I suppose one should not be surprised when confronted by peerless genius.  Speaking of which, you can keep your Michelangelos and your Raphaels, Rembrandt is The Man.  So tender, so sympathetic.  As with Shakespeare, the world is as much comedy as tragedy.  He takes the same care on an etching of a woman pissing as on a saint dying.  This painting of his son Titus usually hangs in the Rijksmusuem.

Titus, Rembrandt's son, in a monk's habit

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