I managed to wake up in time to go for a walk this morning. But, looking out the window it was difficult to tell whether or not it was raining. Out the back door, in my dressing gown (ready to go back to bed if it is chucking it down. It wasn’t. I went for a walk. Just watching a forecast – tomorrow doesn’t look good!
As I sat having breakfast and reading the Story of Art, I realised that it was time for another chapter. I also realised that if I wanted to write about the book I wan’t keeping Amy where near enough notes.
I have been reading about the 13th & 14th centuries and how artists like Giotto de Bondone, Brunelleschi, Van Eyck & so on. Pictures like the betrothal of Arnolfini where artists began to realise that they were not tied to creating pictures of the sacred story, and that they could do portraiture. Developing the ability to create perspective was almost literally a revelation, and became an obsession, shown by pictures that included things like Uccello’s fallen warrior.
I’m page 260 now, and am happy to confess to being utterly engrossed. My major disappointment is that at the moment, it is really difficult to visit an art gallery, something I would really like to do.