Showing posts with label Sculpture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sculpture. Show all posts

Monday, July 27, 2015

My little medieval English princess ... a new Anna Maria sculpture for my collection

I couldn't wait to share with you the latest addition to my "Anna Maria sculptures" collection: this little medieval English princess.

Isn't she adorable?

To give you an idea of size, her head is made out of what I think is a hazelnut.

These little sculptures are delightfully whimsical and beautifully and creatively done. I'm always tickled pink when she gives me one. Love them!

Enjoy!

Thursday, July 25, 2013

My Anna Maria collection...backwards from objects #4 and #5

This is #4....More......

I was sure that I already had posted the first three much-prized objects in my Anna Maria collection.

Can't find them, though, so must not have done it. I'll start with numbers 4 and 5, then hunt out the images for the first three, or just snap new ones.

Here's #4 made with the top of my "J'Adore" perfume bottle turned into the crystal ball, and then into an adorable fortune teller and a lovely surprise for me.

What was the inspiration for this delightful little fellow with a tassle-less fez? A ribbon, which I had put around a borrowed book to keep it from getting ruined in transit in my purse on the way back to its rightful owner, became the neck ruff.

I absolutely ADORE these little pieces that my friend, Anna Maria, makes out of recycled bits and pieces.

Nutshells become heads.

Pins become buttons.

Eyelets become earrings.

Snippets of ribbon and cloth become rich robes.

Recycled fragments become adorable little people with expressive and communicative eyes.

They are so endearing and whimsical.

Thank you, Anna Maria!

Monday, June 27, 2011

Wings to carry you through the new week: Pegasus


Need some wings to carry you through the new week?

Here are some gorgeous ones in Milan...More......

...atop the Stazione Centrale, about which I've already written: http://mymilanitaly.blogspot.com/2011/05/more-lions-this-time-winged.html#0.

Two figures of Pegasus each with a monumental male figure, which remind one of the Dioscuri (Castor and Pollux), perch on the two upper outer corners of the station's façade. Getting a closer peek at it with my zoom makes me realize that, while the male figure obviously is Michelangelesque, the horse just might be inspired by another of Milan's wonderful sculptures: the equestrian monument of Bernabò Visconti (quite a character, quite a sculpture, both deserving of their own posts).

This is one of my favorite images in all of Milan. I snapped it with you in mind on the 23rd of May, 2011, at about 11:15 A.M.

If you'd like this image in a needlepoint/cross-stitch diagram, see my other blog: Ars acupicturae stellae - Star's Needlepoint Art: http://arsacupicturaestellae.blogspot.com/2011/06/milan-monday-34-wings-for-your-new-week.html

Enjoy!

Friday, June 24, 2011

Photoless Friday (18): What's happening in Milan?

It's not creepy.

And they even call themselves an "open air museum": http://www.monumentale.net/eng/home.aspx.

The "Cimitero monumentale" ("Monumental Cemetery") in Milan was built...More...

...(then) outside of town in 1863-66 by Carlo Maciachini in a Lombard Romanesque-y Eclectic kind of style. Some of the monuments are by big name artists and architects.

Right now, poor thing, it's quite sacrificed by the construction work for the new metro stop that will be right in front of it. Don't know when that work will be over. For now, it's still easily reachable by getting off at the tram 14 stop in via Bramante almost to the piazza.

The large U-shaped structure heading the cemetery houses the "Famedio" (a place where illustrious people are buried, or remembered with plaques and statues, if they are buried elsewhere).

In the guards' office in the left wing of this "U," ask them for a map of the cemetery: (1) so you don't get lost, (2) so you'll have at least a few of the more important monuments pointed out to you. (More in-depth guides in the form of a paperback book are available for purchase, at least in bookstores...maybe there, too.)

Just inside the cemetery, there is a three-dimensional Mondrian-like sculpture designed in 1946 by the famous architectural firm BBPR (Belgioioso, Banfi, Peressuti, Rogers) in honor of one of their firm, who died in a concentration camp during WWII.

This "city of the dead" (necropolis) is laid out logically, and has three main sections: the largest central section contains the Catholic burials, on the right (facing the entrance) is the section dedicated to Jewish burials, while on the left is the section dedicated to other non-Catholic burials.

"Why, oh why is she talking about a cemetery, for Pete's sake??!?," I can hear you mumbling while performing whatever gesture your culture uses to ward off the Evil Eye.

Because in just a few days, on the 30th of June, end the tours focussing on the "Scapigliatura*" art works in the cemetery.

Guided tours are at 10 A.M. and 2 P.M. (closed Mondays).

Entrance is free. (Though I don't know if the guided tours are....)

For info, see their web site, and/or call: 02.8844.1274

I finally understood a lot about Milanese architecture and design after studying the monuments, here.

Maybe one day, I'll post a photo of my favorite monument, or two. Very touching.


*What's "Scapigliatura"? A movement-centered mostly in Milan-spanning various arts, in which the writers, poets and artists wanted to breathe a breath of fresh European air (Baudelaire, Rodin, et al.) into the Italian peninsula. Here are a few words on the British encyclopedia site, which just begin to present the subject, but the source is a trustworthy place to start: http://www.britannica.com/EBchecked/topic/526627/scapigliatura.

Monday, June 13, 2011

Laurel for successful graduations and other worthy accomplishments

Who doesn't know about the laurel branch, especially when woven into a crown, the ultimate recognition of accomplishments, particularly in the areas of learning and the humanities (did you know that...More......

...Petrarch was the first to receive a laurel crown, after centuries of disuse?). So, here's a strip of lovely laurel from a building in via Mascheroni, just like the lion.

I snapped this photo with you in mind on the 22nd of May, 2011, around 10:45 A.M., for your personal, non-commercial enjoyment.

If you'd like to see the needlepoint/cross stitch design I created using this photograph, go to my "Ars acupicturae stellae - Star's Needlepoint Art": http://arsacupicturaestellae.blogspot.com/2011/06/milan-monday-33-strip-of-laurel.html.

Enjoy!

Friday, June 3, 2011

Photoless Friday (15): Aida and Notre Dame at San Siro's Meazza Stadium next to the Race Track with a hypothetical version of a Leonardo da Vinci

"Aida" by Giuseppe Verdi, coming to San Siro's Statium next Saturday (June 11). Should be a knock out. If these spectacular shows catch your attention, on the 29th at the same stadium will be "Notre Dame de Paris". As long as you're in the general area,...More...

...slip past the race track; in front of it is one modern version (by the sculptor Nina Akamu for Philip Dent's project) of what Leonardo da Vinci was thinking about while planning the over-life sized equestrian monument for Francesco Sforza, the condottiere who married the only direct heir to the Visconti dukedom, Bianca, the legitimized bastard daughter of Filippo Maria, and who, together with Bianca ruled Milan, and produced the sons to follow in his footsteps (one finally obtaining the official title of duke, but that's another story).

Leonardo even got so far as to produce a full-scale clay version of the sculpture, and it was placed on the castle grounds, where the bronze version--never executed, due to the onset of war--was to have been set. The clay version--its appearance unrecorded--was used by the invading French soldiers for target practice, and so was destroyed.

In any event, since even it wasn't the final bronze version, an image of the clay version, had one survived, would only be indicative, not definitive.

What I'm trying to say, and what the American side of the information never makes clear enough, in my opinion, is that this is *NOT* "Leonardo's horse." It's only one preliminary possibiity of what Leonardo was exploring for the monument that never was. This enthusiastic embracing of a false attempt at recreating something that never came into being is denigrated here, uninteresting to those, like the Italians, who've got lots of the real stuff piled up in courtyards, museums and and their storage areas.

Don't look a gift horse in the mouth...literally, this time...but it would be too confusing to undiscerning visitors to put this "fake" on the Sforza Castle grounds, as if it were Leonardo's actual horse. And besides, it fits so nice into the space in front of the race track, an apt association: http://www.ninaakamu.com/story.html, that it would be a pity to move it. Apparently offended that their unwanted gift has been embarrassedly accepted, and--like Auntie's doily stitched lovingly by hand out of used kitchen twine--placed discreetly where it can't be a ready eyesore, noises were made, and so promises to think about moving it to the castle seem to have been made (I've not verified, and I don't want to).

To quote one of my favorite TV show characters of a number of years ago, "It ain't gonna happen, my friend."

It's still impressive though. Executed in bronze at 24 feet high, and dedicated--to the great embarrassment of locals, both politicians and the general public--in 1999, it's still at the conveniently thematic, but decentralized location, in front of the horse race track at San Siro, next to the Meazza stadium.

It's worth the trip out. After all, it's not all that far from downtown, and is just a tram ride away from the center to this surrounding "bedroom community."

(Took me so long to write this, that it's now a few minutes after mindnight, so technically, it's already Saturday morning, but you'll forgive me, right?)

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

More lions, this time winged


A delightful snarling winged lion for you from the back of the Stazione Centrale (central train station)...More......

Even the mere fact of centralizing the train traffic at one station was contested, towards the beginning of the 19th century, when this new station first was planned. If you are familiar with Milan, you'll know that this station is at the end of a very long and broad boulevard, like a long piazza with grand streets running up and down and across it. What you may not know is that the smaller prior train station, in the traditional beaux arts style, was approximately at the other end of this "piazza."

Ulisse Stacchini's project of 1912 won the competition for the new station, but the project was shelved due first to feet-dragging and then to the outbreak of WWI and the post-war troubles, including the rise of Fascism, which imposed an apparent peace, so the project was begun in 1927. The original Eclectic mix of Babylonian, Egyptian, Classical and Art Deco Influences was touched up with Fascist symbols, and completed in 1931.

The original entrance, very smart, was under an enormous portico, so people getting off and on vehicles to-ing and fro-ing wouldn't be subjected to the elements. One of the much more recent ways into and out of the most recent of the three subways (the yellow line) also was brought up under this portico.

Too bad that, in the most recent overhaul (heavily criticized and criticizable...that for another day), greed has prevailed, and that area has been dedicated, yes, to moving sidewalks from below, but one is forced to pass through shopping areas to get to them, and the cars and taxis, which used to come up under the protective portico so handily, now have to drop their hapless passengers off to one side, or the other, where there is a portico...but which doesn't go all the way to the station's entrances...duh...put your thinking cap on, architects! (Just WHAT were they thinking???!)

I love the sculptures on this building, so I snapped this shot with you in mind on May 23, 2011, at almost noon. Lovely day and a steady hand, so the shot came out nicely with the zoom, even without a tripod.

In case you'd like to make a needlepoint, or cross-stitch, of this lion, or even knit it, here's a link to my needlepoint blog: http://arsacupicturaestellae.blogspot.com/2011/05/milan-monday-31ahemon-tuesday-more.html.

Enjoy!

Friday, March 18, 2011

Five Days of Milan (Cinque Giornate di Milano, 18-22 March 1848) and Grandi's monument

Teaching people to read and write, to do a bit of basic math, to keep orderly ledgers, to give them a fighting chance during the competition for various public office jobs (a secure paycheck...sounds pretty good to me), that should be a good thing, right? Employing and promoting locals raises moral, should improve efficiency, and keeps the money circulating locally, hopefully reducing whining for money from the central government. Still good, right?

It sounded like a good idea to the Austrian empress, Maria Theresa of Hapsburg, and her son, Giuseppe, then in control of enormous swathes of northern Italy, including the duchy of Milan, in the second half of the 18th century, but it backfired.

You start teaching people to think for themselves, and they kinda want to do it, you know?...More......

Meanwhile north of the Alps, the French Revolution had toppled a divinely appointed monarchy, and put The People in charge. Never mind the internal squabbling and horrors. It still sent that party pooper Napoleon, young, brash, in favor of establishing the independent Cisalpine Republic in northern Italy (until he decided to be emperor, himself, instead), blowing through Milan. He ruffled Austrian feathers from the end of the 18th into the beginning of the 19th centuries, and helped toss them out, but toss 'em out, they just kept coming back.

It didn't hurt that, over the centuries, the Milanese often welcomed anyone helping them break a heavy yoke, only to welcome back the former to help break the new and equally heavy yoke of the latter.

That first time the Austrians were still nice about it, though.

Skipping lightly over continued turbulence, on the 18th of March, 1848, the Milanese once again had had enough of what, from the Milanese point-of-view, was Austrian domination (can't really say the uprising caught the Austrians completely by surprise, but the fact that the Milanese duchy had been part of the Austrian Empire since the early 16th century did kind of lull them into a false sense of security).

Barricades were thrown up out of whatever could be dragged out of nearby buildings, and piled up to block streets.

A completely crazy idea.

Fight imperial troops from behind piled up mattresses and chairs.

But it began to work.

And five days later on the 22nd, the Milanese were so close, so close to kicking the Austrians out that someone began hammering like a madman on the giant bronze bell--cast in 1352!--in the city hall tower to rouse the Milanese to one final effort.

It worked--the imperial Austrian troops really were kicked out that day--but the bell got the worst of it...it cracked.

The original is on display in room VI of Milan's Museo del Risorgimento.

It also is remembered in this monument with one female personification for each of the five days and a bell. Designed by Giuseppe Grandi, the monument was raised in 1895 in Piazza Cinque Giornate (Piazza of the Five Days), site of one of the fierce battles during that week. The late 19th century monument also serves as a patriotic burial place for the Milanese, who died during those days, and whose bones in the meantime had rested under the Column of Christ in Largo Augusto, which deserves a (later) message all of its own.

More simple math. I can hear the wheels turning in your head. "If that was March 1848, and this is March 2011, why is Italy now celebrating the 150th anniversary of its birth as a nation?"

You're right, the math doesn't work.

You're forgetting about Carlo Alberto, a duke from the ancient House of Savoy in Piedmont, chosen to lead the gathering forces against the Austrians.

Way outside Milan, his troops started loosing battles and ground, and things began to look pretty grim.


Cutting his losses, he accepted defeat a few months after those glorious Five Days of Milan in March, and, almost as if it were a hindsight, came out onto the balcony of his headquarters in the then brand new Brentani-Greppi mansion (1829-31) on what today is called "Via Manzoni" to spill the beans, then make a run for it.

The clueless Milanese still thought that they were free and independent. Silly fools.

When they heard what Carlo Alberto had done, giving them back into the hands of the Austrians, they went bonkers with rage, and would have pulled him literally to teentsy pieces, if his guards hadn't spirited him away with great difficulty (it wasn't the first, or the last, time that a Savoy betrayed them...you'd think once burned, twice shy...).

This time, the returning Austrians were not happy campers.

Very severe restrictions, retribution, for about ten years pushed the Milanese again to desperation.

Once again, they were in the forefront of the agitation and battles to push the Austrians out. That time it worked, though, and little by little more bits were added to the growing Italian nation formally united under a Savoy monarch on the 17th of March, 1861, though more bits and pieces continued to be added for years to come:

Happy 150th Birthday, Italy!


With you in mind, I snapped the photo of the Cinque Giornate monument on January 01, 2011, at about 3:30 P.M., while I snapped the Brentani-Greppi mansion on the 13th of April, 2009, around 2:45 P.M. as part of my general photographic campaign of Milan to document it and express my love for it.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Let's start with my self-sacrifice on your behalf, shall we?


O.K., so the day was lovely for the first time in what seems eons. O.K., so I already had planned to take a long walk bringing along my camera to take pictures for you. What I hadn't planned was sacrificing myself on your behalf by eating a gelato...More......

...but sacrifice myself I did...at RIGOLETTO.

I'm getting ahead of myself, though. Just you think about that yummy Italian gelato, while I back up (that's a bit mean, isn't it?! Naughty me!).

As I said, the weather was fine...finely. And short-lived. Clouds are supposed to roll back in, tonight, with rain scheduled (again) for tomorrow afternoon. It seems a very rainy winter, to me, though the weatherman has said that we're behind in rain fall.

So, instead of facing this (and, believe me, it's already getting better...notice the cabinet...there is stuff properly put away...somewhere...in this house, by now)...














or this (just one small sample of all that stuff to be carted downstairs, literally, to my teentsy storage box, and me with my bad back)...















I decided to get out, get some fresh air, walk, walk, walk, and nothing gets me outside faster than nice weather and my camera.

I might have shared this building with you before, already, but the light was so good.... It's one of the few buildings of the "vecchia Fiera" (old convention center) still standing.

Right across the street, in Piazza 6 Febbraio, is a gigantic aspirin. That's what it looks like to me. Bayer should sponsor keeping it clean. Instead, it's "Cerchi in movimento" ("Circles in Movement"...not only have I never seen it move, but it also always has been in the same position and angle...I'm pretty sure, anyway) by Carmelo Cappello (1987). Now you know.

Most of the old convention center buildings already have come down, and are being replaced by a gigantic urban development project called "City Life," which will have a couple of screwy twisting skyscrapers (hmmmm, have a view from umpteen stories up, and seemingly nothing below my feet, a line from Monty Python jumps to mind: "Now, where's the pleasure in that?!") and smaller buildings for (expensive) housing, offices, shops and a lot of green park areas, which probably are planned to hook up, eventually, with the delightful view opening this post...a reflecting pool with a little fountain in one of the corners of oddly shaped Piazza Giulio Cesare. "The Four Seasons" was created by the architect Renzo Gerla in 1927 (the same architect responsible for the City Hall in Via Larga), and used to precede the principal entryway to the then-functioning convention center.

It's not so far from a delightful Milanese "Liberty" (Art Nouveau) villa by the famous architect Giuseppe Sommaruga. The Romeo-Faccanoni villa (1912-13) is probably more famous today for two reasons, one visible from the street, and one not. It now houses one of Milan's renowned private clinics, the "Columbus," that's visible from the street, but what intrigues more is what can't be seen from the street...purposefully so.

From 1900-1904, Sommaruga had done another, much more visible building, on Corso Venezia just a hop, skip and jump from Piazza San Babila for the Castiglioni family. The building, with its fascinating contrasts of vegetal "Liberty" motifs and its stark blocky core (I find this latter aspect typical of a lot of Milanese architecture of the late 19th-early 20th century, whatever the style), quickly became a predominant stylistic influence. But that's not what interests us, here. Ernesto Bazzaro the sculptor did two female figures to decorate the portal of the front door. Decorate they did, for the blink of an eye.

Because of the bare naked and ample "seating attributes"--turned to the public--of the two "ladies," the house quickly got the nickname "Ca' dei Ciapp" ("House of the Butt Cheeks" in Milanese dialect, direct and expressive), which probably didn't tickle up and coming Mr. Castiglione's wit. The statues came down, and went up--now on the back porch--of this other Sommaruga building. Since my husband once was in that hospital years ago, I think I snapped a shot of the "ladies" and their attributes. I don't recall finding them particularly "Ciapp-y," but if I can find the picture, I'll share it with you, and you can decide for yourself.

Just around the corner is the Old Musicians' Home founded and funded by Verdi, rappresented by this charming sculpture with an ironical smile and jaunty stance (even if you aren't so fond of such realistic art) by Enrico Butti (1913). The building was designed by the highly influential architect Camillo Boito, and was constructed in 1899; the structure not only provides for decent housing for destitute elderly professional musicians (there's even a decently-sized concert hall for their entertainment), but also houses in the courtyard the monument by Luigi Secchi to Camillo's younger brother and text writer for many of Verdi's opera, Arrigo, while in the crypt decorated with mosaics designed by the then-renowned artist, Ludovico Pogliaghi, is the burial place of Giuseppe Verdi and Giuseppina Strepponi.

There I was, minding my own business, lapping up the fresh sun and air, oh so good for the soul, and heartily enjoying the OBSERVING that happens when a camera is in my hands, when I turned a corner, and there it was.

The word "GELATERIA."

No, too many calories.... My feet hesitated. But the light is so good...I could get a good picture of it for the blog..., and so my fate was sealed. And it's your fault.

So, how was the gelato?

Very good, not the best--I like my gelato creamier, and I had expected the pear with chocolate bits to be creamy (maybe they were false expectations)--but very good. In all fairness, I have to say that the pistachio was excellent...hearty and creamy. (Never liked pistachio in the States, had only had awful industrially produced pistachio...tasteless evocation of "Green eggs and ham" by Seuss, but the Italian gelato "artigianale"--the shop version of "home-made"--is entirely different...a revelation...a sense experience...a...oh Star, get back on track!)

How was it priced?

Average price.

Would I go back?

Yes.

Licking your chops, yet?

RIGOLETTO, via R. Sanzio, 1, tel. 02.4981820, ENTRANCE AROUND THE CORNER ON VIA SAN SIRO! (P.S., just a reminder that I get no kick-backs of any sort for these helpful hints)

(I snapped these shots for you in the late morning of Saturday, Feb. 19, 2011, except for the Palazzo Castiglioni, which I snapped August 25, 2004, around 10:30 A.M.)

Monday, January 17, 2011

There's no accounting for taste in the Enchanted Forest

There's no accounting for taste.

To each his own.

Live and let live (well, that's a bit different, but along similar lines).

I know nothing about art, but I know what I like (well, that's not really true, see my message http://mymilanitaly.blogspot.com/2010/11/photoless-friday-04-i-dont-know.html, but it's commonly said in these kinds of situations).

No other similar phrases come to mind in English at this moment, but even this short list fits the bill...More......

The "Enchanted Forest" ("Bosco incantato") in Piazza Fontana by an artist named Angiola Tremonti. 'Tis true, they're mixed nicely with the existing trees, so, if we're unlucky enough to find that they're not taken down after the current public art exhibit, then the trees should provide enough leaf cover to make them mercifully almost invisible.

Up close, they're even worse from afar.

The poor women are probably meant to recall the Greek mythological figure of Daphne, who pleaded to the gods to be saved from the overly aggressive amoral advances of Apollo (go figure...he was young and good-looking, but she wanted to remain a virgin, as I recall...why? Can't remember offhand, maybe she had pledged her virginity to Artemis, or some such). They answered her request, but in a way maybe even she didn't expect: they turned her into a tree.

Could have been worse.

For the mythological figure.

The sculptures ARE worse.

The fertile bellies of the poor women are ripped open, as if they are being punished in the very spot for which they had what little worth they possessed in many ancient cultures. (Ancient cultures? Who am I kidding...I'm no strident feminist, but human dignity and equality should be a given, yet it seems that so many cultures--my own, included--still haven't found this delicate balance...sigh....)

So there.

I've finally gotten these sculptures off my chest, or should I say stomach?

Saturday, January 8, 2011

So, it's a New Year


So, it's a New Year.

Too much whirling around to make resolutions? Here's another possibility to add to the whirl...More......

I'll give you a hint. The sculpture is called "To Blood Donors" ("Al donatore di sangue"), by Eva Olah Arre', 1994, and is on the far side of the park on Corso XXII Marzo (so far that it's visible only from the other side).

The sun and clear blue sky was a relief, after a rainy few days around Christmas, but didn't last long. Epiphany has come and gone, but the drizzle remains.

I snapped the photo on January 1st, 2011 at about 3:45 P.M.

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Whirlwind gorgeous afternoon (it's a long one: forewarned is forearmed)

Thwarted in my afternoon’s bureaucratic errand (they won the battle, but not the war! another skirmish is planned for tomorrow!), with about an hour to kill before another appointment, and favored by the return of cold, but clear, weather, I whipped out my beloved camera, and snapped away happily and so successfully—at least I think so!—that it’s hard to choose just which one, or two, to share, so here’s a whirlwind tour starting in Piazza Cordusio and ending behind the Duomo...More......

As we rev up the engines ready for the sprint, I’m sure you all will remember a hint I’ve dropped in previous posts: swathes of style also are indicators of bursts of personal and civic wealth, and here’s an excellent example, the Eclectic style building by Luigi Broggi for the bank Credito Italiano in 1901, a handful of years after recovery from a fierce nation-wide financial crisis (1880-1883; after changing hands, the building now houses UniCredit). What better way to boast of financial solidity and stability than to plant a sturdy elaborate building on one of the city’s central piazzas, surrounded by other banks and right across the piazza from the city’s first modern stock exchange (now hosting post office functions)?

Behind the façade, the building later was united by the architect Giovanni Muzio with the flanking one in via Tommaso Grossi, also by Luigi Broggi, which, besides being a delightful example of Milanese Art Nouveau (called “Liberty,” after the name of the London store from which goods in that style arrived in Milan), expresses an important development in modern architecture seen also in France. Constructed in 1901-03 to store the Contratti family's business goods (which included enameled objets d’art), it is an “in-your-face” use of what before had been considered low class materials suitable only as structural, not external and decorative, elements: cast iron and reinforced cement. (There are two other nearby examples on via Spadari and Corso Vittorio Emanuele.)

I ask you: how can architects and clients be so insensitive to the surrounding buildings to tack something so horrible onto such a delightful little building, even if considered “dated” at the time?! No news about it in my handy dandy “Milano” by TCI-Touring Club Italiano, the source for my info in this post. May the architect’s name come to light, so it can be covered in shame.

Onward and upward to a possible art historical scoop! The light finally was right to capture the façade of this delightful structure on via S. Margherita (…get ready for this, folks, it runs over the original “cardo massimo” of the ancient Roman version of Milan, no kidding!!!) probably from the 1930s built for the Banca di Sicilia. Couldn’t find any info about it in my usually resourceful TCI “Milano”. How disappointing. The pictures came out great, though, and luck was with me, my hand was steady enough for close-ups of the four principle relief sculptures. May I have a drum roll, please?

Under the second figure from the right, a female figure carrying a sheaf of wheat, the sculptor’s name is clearly visible: GIGI SUPINI F. (the “F.” is for “FECIT,” Latin for “did/made it”). Since it’s so late, libraries are closed, and I’m so lazy busy, anyway, I hunted about on the internet for some reliable information about him. Didn’t find much, but did find out that he also was responsible for the relief sculptures on the “Toro” building on Piazza S. Babila, so he was no small pickings. Calling all art and architectural historians, remember to cite me, when you note this in your next best seller!

A hop down via S. Margherita, and we arrive at Piazza della Scala, with two more examples of post 1880-83 economic fiasco bravado: the Banca Commericale Italiana (1905-1911) by Luca Beltrami and …

… his façade (1886) on what was originally the unfinished back side of Palazzo Marino, a fascinating story in and of itself (this self-aggrandizing and literally bankrupting project for Marino, a transplanted banker from Genova, was begun by the top notch architect Alessi in 1553, and the original façade—Beltrami’s inspiration—on piazza S. Fedele was completed by 1572). It’s also a great shot of one of Milan’s 1920s trams, for you public transportation fans.

The bizarre public “art” currently sprinkled around town does include this illuminated swing in front of S. Fedele. What it has to do with Palazzo Marino, S. Fedele, or even Milan, is anyone’s guess, as is the case with lots of this Christmas’s equally surreal decoration. At least the swing is entertaining. I mentioned the church, begun for the Gesuits by Pellegrino Tibaldi in 1569, in an earlier post, when talking about the monument dedicated to Manzoni.

We’re on the home stretch, folks! Here is via S. Radegonda, not very inspiring, a bit narrow and claustrophobic, but the store “Rinascente” has constructed a fun neon bridge connecting their original structure to its adjunct, and the street is profoundly important for Milan’s history: Piermarini, the favorite architect in Milan of the Austrian Hapsburgs (a lot of northern Italy was part of their humongous empire), snapped his fingers in 1783, and down went an ancient Benedictine monastery and hospital dedicated to that saint, and up went a street. Less than twenty years later (1801) up went a theater. Almost exactly a century later (1882), Thomas Alva Edison snapped his fingers, and in the shell of the ex-theater up went Europe’s first thermal plant for the generation of electricity; business boomed with the upswing in industrial activity, and plants popped up like mushrooms all over northern Italy. In 1923, Edison bought and transferred its offices to an 1892 building on Foro Bonaparte.

Since the Odeon cinema was created by Giuseppe Laveni and Aldo Avati in the general area also in 1923, I’m halfway remembering that I read somewhere that the building is one and the same. Take it with a grain of salt.




What would a post be without taxis, lately? Here’s the taxi stand in Piazza Fontana, created by Piermarini in the late 18th century between two late 16th century witnesses of continuing Milanese importance: the Archbishop’s palace (at our backs in this photo) and the captain of justice’s building begun in 1578 by P.A. Barca (just barely visible in the back left), which figures in Manzoni’s “Promessi Sposi” for you Italian literature fans. Piermarini’s favorite sculptor, Giuseppe Franchi, translated his design into reality for the fountain (1782). Who was responsible for this year’s public “art” and the horrible Christmas lighting covering the fountain (thankfully, not very visible during the day) and…

…these horrible things, like multiple Daphne’s on acid? I need to remember to pass by, and look for a plaque with information about the ‘artist.’







Time to quit this rush, so I’ll close with the clock added in 1865 by Giuseppe Vandoni to the cornice of Pietro Pestagalli’s 1841 building in the area behind the Duomo, over the area known as the “campo santo,” or “holy ground,” which all over Italy served as a work yard for churches in construction and as a cemetery.

After these last photos, I headed a skip away to a delightful afternoon of tea (and, ahem, a couple of cookies) with two lovely ladies.

My hands were frozen stiff, despite the gloves, and I hope I haven’t worn you out!

I took these photos on December 29, 2010, from about 3 P.M. to 4 P.M.

For a great blog on taxi driving in New York City, see: http://www.nyctaxiphoto.com/

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Monuments: St. Ambrose takes the place of Philip II of Spain


Happens all the time. You're in favor one minute, then your not. That's what happened to poor Philip II Hapsburg of Spain...More......

He inherited the dukedom of Milan (how did big hunks of northern Italy fall into Spanish hands?...long story for another post), and a statue of him was put on the the façade of the new (and still visible) Palazzo dei Giureconsulti (Jurists), built on land once owned by the pre-Visconti faction, the Della Torre family. The land faced the city hall square (the Broletto, just a stone's throw from the Duomo, and on a straight course between it and the castle...surely not by chance) by a then popular architect Vincenzo Seregni with money donated by Pope Pius IV, uncle of Milan's pesky Cardinal Carlo Borromeo, charged with whipping Milan into post-Council of Trent rigorous shape, and the younger culturally-inclined Cardinal Federico Borromeo, creator of the Ambrosian Library and Pinacoteca, which we still visit, today.

So, there's Philip II Hapsburg of Spain on the fancy office building façade. He somehow escaped notice during the Austrian Hapsburg imperial rule, but when the chilly breeze of self-rule began blowing through Milan around the whirlwind that was Napoleon, his sculpture was torn down, and replaced with one dating to 1833 by Luigi Scorzini, which depicts St. Ambrose in the act of blessing.

A fitting beginning to this tour through Milan's monuments because St. Ambrose--Milan's bishop in the second half of the 4th century A.D. and without whom it's very likely that Christianity the world over would be very different, today--is the city's patron, and his holy day is fast approaching: December 7.


P.S., It's said that Seregni simply enclosed in sculpted marble the late medieval Della Torre bell tower of the Palazzo (a couple of grains of salt with any "it's said..." phrase are always healthy)...centuries of history all around us, just waiting to be enjoyed, if we mentally scratch the surface.



Thursday, November 4, 2010

Blue skies and sweeping sculpture


Lest I give the wrong impression that it is always gray and rainy in Milan, here's...More......

...a snap of a not particularly lovely public monument, taken from its good side presenting a sweep against a gorgeous blue sky, not unlike what promises to develop, today.

For me, this modern stuff only starts to grow on me (a bit) if I learn something about it, so here goes, in case it's helpful for you, too:

The sculptor was Francesco Somaini (1926-2005) of Como, who, after a 1950s Cubist period, began, between 1962-1964, to develop a (admittedly fascinating) technique of pelting wax, or clay, models with sand mixed in compressed air, in order to give his works a more organic feel, and to get away from the (Michelangelesque) traditional approach of sculpting as a medium of removing bits to get to the figure imprisoned within the block of material.



Pretty sad years for Italian art, though, in my opinion: ugly was pursued, the uglier the better. They must have been working through bad war memories and experiences and the shock of the post-war period.

The sculpture, vigorous and ungainly depending on the point-of-view, is dedicated to Italian sailors, and is located in the same-named park on Corso XXII Marzo.

Knowing that it was dedicated to sailors made me think of a ripped and viciously flapping sail, a sad reminder of deaths at sea. Then, looking at it more closely, it also reminded me think of the Nike in the Louvre, complete with wings.

If you read Italian, see http://www.scultura-italiana.com/Biografie/Somaini.htm.

I took these shots on March 21, 2009, at 4:30 P.M.

Monday, November 1, 2010

A river goddess to chase away the rainy day blues


It rained, yesterday. It's raining, today. Hopefully, it won't rain tomorrow. In the meantime, it's cold. And dreary. Too uncomfortable to go outside, and the light is useless, anyway. Doesn't make for cheery photos. So, I decided to hunt through my files,...More......

...and found this "little" beauty: a recently restored river goddess, on the Porta Garibaldi gate in Milan.



The gate was commissioned from G. Moraglia, and erected in 1826 at the expense of local citizens (aka, "collective kissing up") in honor of the 1825 visit of Emperor Francesco I, at a time when the Hapsburg family of Austria still was in possession of a great portion of northern Italy. It was rededicated to Garibaldi after the final breaking away of these areas from the empire in the late 19th century.

The inspiration for the figure and its companion on the other side of the gate obviously was to be found in the figures by Michelangelo for the de' Medici tomb in Florence.

The gate was under scaffolding for years, and only recently has been revealed, lovely and white and clean (for how long?).

I took this shot on the 19th of September at about 2:15 P.M.

To see the needlepoint diagram of the goddess, go to my needlepoint blog, Ars acupicturae Stellae - Star's Needlepoint Art: http://arsacupicturaestellae.blogspot.com/2010/11/milan-monday-13-river-goddess.html, thanks!

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Snarl (aka, the receiving end of well-meaning, but unwanted, advice)


"Here, take my advice...I'm not using it!"

That still makes my (dear) sister and I laugh.

Like many Americans (and probably people, in general), I have a strong impulse to give advice (I like to call it "being helpful").

But being on the receiving end of well-meaning, but unwanted, advice is a whole other can o' worms...More......

So, when I returned a phone message, just now, and got an earful of it, my inner reaction was "snarl" and general evasion of contact with the perpetrator in the immediate future.

And another glimpse into the wisdom of "walk a mile in my shoes" before doing anything, even making small suggestions.

"I need to share this with my blog readers," I said to myself (all five of you), "but what image to chose? I think I'll just browse in my To Sort folders, there's bound to be something."

Halfway through the (many) folders, and I was beginning to be anxious, when this perfect fellow jumped out.

I snapped this photo at the Villa Belgioioso in Milan, a public museum, on the 12th of April, 2006, at 4:45 P.M.

If you want to see the needlepoint version of it, just go to my needlepoint blog: Ars acupicturae stellae - Star's Needlepoint Art (http://arsacupicturaestellae.blogspot.com/2010/10/regal-snarling-lion.html)
P.S., as always with my photos, they're my intellectual property, and so are shared freely with you only for your private delight and edification; for any other use, please contact me, first, for written arrangements, thanks.

Monday, October 4, 2010

Why here? Blame it on the furry sow


Milan: often torrid and humid in the summer and frigid and humid in the winter. So—to take up the topic begun on August 18, 2010—why found a city here?

River-rich location aside, blame it on the furry sow....More......

According to legend, at the time of Tarquinio Prisco, Rome’s first Etruscan king (616-579 B.C.), the Celtic tribes to the north of the Alps were multiplying like rabbits, and so needed to go their separate ways. Prince Belloveso got sent to Italy with his hordes, and the Celtic moon Goddess Belisama’s white sow with a wooly strip down the middle of her back ("medio-lanum") appeared on the spot where they were to found the town called by the Romans "Mediolanum" (though if the word has echoes of ancient Sanskrit, it could mean "sacred center").

Whatever.

When the “podestà” (a kind of temporary purposefully foreign governor), Oldrado da Tresseno, was building the new covered market-city hall (more about him and it in other messages), which was completed in 1233, this ancient Roman fragment was uncovered during the digging of the foundations. Considered a good omen, it was set into one of the exterior arches, where it still can be viewed, today.

The sow is hard to photograph, not just because it’s set up on high and slightly tilted, but also because this side of the building is towards the north, and so I have yet to find it in a light good for photos.

I took this photo for you on September 19, 2010, at 2 P.M.

To see the needlepoint design I created out of this image, see my needlepoint blog: http://arsacupicturaestellae.blogspot.com/2010/10/milan-monday-10-now-you-can-make-silk.html

Sunday, September 5, 2010

AMOR - M. Piacentini, INPS, Piazza Missori


This photo of "AMOR" ("love" in Latin) on Marcello Piacentini's INPS (national Italian pension fund) 1929-1931 building in Piazza Missori was snapped in honor of a very special person, in order to be posted for you on Monday, September 6, 2010, but that day will be quite busy, so I'm posting it one day in advance.

Piacentini, one of the dominant architects and urban planners of the 1930s and 1940s in Italy, often balances the severe undecorated rationalism of the day with stream-lined decorations and a nod and a wink towards traditional architecture, thereby adding--in my opinion--heart. For this, I think his works would be interesting to post-modern architects, too.

If you know who did this sculpture--I'm guessing following a design, generic or specific, by Piacentini--please add the information (with a brief bibliography) in this post's comment box. Thanks!

[On Monday, September 6, the softer light of the overcast day allowed me to see the artist's signature in a stick-like version of Roman capitals sculpted in the empty space at the lower left of the design: Antonio Maraini. The epigraphy is similar to that of the Piacentini's "signature" similarly semi-hidden on a plain panel flanking the main entrance. Both examples of epigraphy deserve closer study.]

To see the needlepoint diagram created out of this photo, see: http://arsacupicturaestellae.blogspot.com/2010/09/amor-milan-monday-05.html
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