Saturday, 15 March 2008
Today I saw, and fell in love with, this little sculpture by Juan Muñoz (photos not mine - click to enlarge)
It was inspired by a work of Gentile Bellini, which I saw in 2006 when it visited the National Gallery from the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum in Boston.
I was thrilled and delighted by the Juan Muñoz Retrospective at Tate Modern. Had only seen photos of his stuff, heard mostly that friends found it amusing and provoking. Yes, amusing and provoking, but also warm, beguiling, impressive, disturbing, subtle, alarmingly clever. I could have lingered for days before this or this.
But the scribes, both Bellini's and Muñoz's, just... utterly... intrigue... and... entrance me. So small, intent and self-contained. And yet their work - copying, transcribing, illustrating the words of others - is quite the opposite of self-contained. I suppose it's what I'd like to be, a scribe, but I was born too late and they were always men.