Neri di Bicci, ‘Virgin and Child With Six Saints’

Procession from Town Hall to St. James Cathedral, Seattle, WAAs we were on our way back up the hill after running an errand downtown today, Prairie and I noticed a procession leaving Town Hall. There was a large icon-type puppet figure towards the back, an angel figure towards the front, and quite a few children in acolyte’s robes, so we figured that it was religious in nature, but didn’t know much more than that. Prairie noticed a gentleman standing near us wearing a priest’s collar and asked him what was going on.

As it turns out, we’d stumbled into the celebrations surrounding the return of a 15th century altar painting by Renaissance artist Neri di Bicci to St. James Cathedral after restoration work. This piqued our interest, so we followed along up to the cathedral to watch the pageant and blessing service.

Neri di Bicci's 'Virgin and Child With Six Saints' at St. James Cathedral, Seattle, WAWhile there, we found out that there’s something of a mystery surrounding this work of art — namely, how it got to St. James Cathedral in the first place.

But the big question surrounding the Renaissance work remains unanswered: How did this 15th-century altar painting by Florentine artist Neri di Bicci end up in St. James’ basement? Did a parishioner buy it? Was it an anonymous gift?

Art historians, church administrators and amateur sleuths have all taken their shots at solving the puzzle, but none has succeeded.

[…]

Church officials didn’t know they had a museum-quality piece until 1991. Then, an architect weighing a bid for work at the church asked a friend, Elizabeth Darrow, to take a look at it.

Darrow, then a UW art graduate student who had studied Renaissance art in Florence, was stunned when she saw the regal young Virgin sitting on a monumental throne.

“This is the most important Renaissance artwork in the Northwest — and the largest,” said Darrow, now a guest scholar at the J. Paul Getty Museum in Los Angeles.

Darrow believes it is among the most exquisite and detailed works of the Virgin Mary by the prolific di Bicci.

“The colors are very intense and vibrant,” she said.

“Her face is round, with rosy, translucent skin and refined features: straight nose, delicately arched eyebrows,” she said. “It’s very beautiful.”

[…]

Art scholars suspect the painting hung in an Italian church for most of its existence and was probably sold in the 19th century when the market for Renaissance artwork began. When it was found at St. James, it was in a 19th-century frame, Dorman said.

How it ended up at a Seattle church is less clear.

“It’s a great mystery,” said Darrow, who has gone so far as to track down wealthy local Catholic families for clues. She still has not given up hope of solving the puzzle; she’s even enlisted the help of art scholars in Florence.

St. James administrators have searched all their archives at the cathedral and the archdiocese, “and there is no record, no bill of sale, no letter,” Ryan said.

Church officials heard there was an art dealer or collector who moved a few di Bicci paintings to the United States — mostly to the Midwest — during the 1920s and 1930s, but it is unknown whether the St. James Madonna was among them.

Church administrators have tracked down congregation members and workers from the 1950s. The best they can tell is that someone, perhaps an architect, found the painting in a crate in the lower level of the cathedral during a major renovation in 1950.

Really a fascinating little piece of local art history to stumble across on an otherwise quiet Sunday afternoon. The painting was still partially under wraps for today’s ceremonies, but it will be hung this week and formally dedicated during next Sunday’s 4pm vespers service.

More photos can, as usual, be found in a Flickr photoset.

Friday cat Tribble blogging!

Friday Cat Blogging” is a well-known, oft-derided, but much loved cliché in the weblogging community. However, for those of us that don’t have cats, while we might enjoy looking at everyone else’s, we sometimes end up feeling a bit left out.

However.

I may not have a cat…

…but I do have a Tribble!

And so begins “Friday Tribble Blogging!”

Friday Tribble Blogging, my apartment, Seattle, WA

Isn’t he cute? :) He’s nestled up on my bed right now, napping on my pillows. They look so innocent when they’re asleep….

The next logical step

First, the good news (and, for once, this is good news): federal legislation is being introduced that will protect a woman’s ability to get birth control.

Reports of pharmacists with particular religious and moral beliefs denying prescriptions for birth control have prompted legislation that would ensure all prescriptions are filled.

House and Senate backers unveiled a bill dubbed the Access to Legal Pharmaceuticals Act (ALPhA) on Thursday.

It would allow a pharmacist to refuse to fill a prescription only if the prescription can be passed to and filled by a co-worker at the same pharmacy.

[…]

“What have we come to in this country?” Rep. Carolyn Maloney, a New York Democrat and House sponsor of the bill, said Thursday morning at a rally on Capitol Hill. “We are merely saying, ‘let the laws in this country stand.’ Let a woman be treated with dignity. When she has a prescription from her doctor, that privacy should be respected.”

The bad news comes later on in the article, with someone applying the same ridiculous extrapolations that lead anti-gay-marriage bigots to claim that eventually we’ll be marrying our pets and children.

[Karen] Brauer told Reuters she believes doctors will eventually begin ordering women to abort disabled children, or refuse to treat them after birth.

“They’ll force women to kill their children … It will be like China. It’s the next logical step,” she told Reuters.

It’s absolutely mind-boggling to me that there are people out there who think like this — who actually believe this crap.

iTunesHurdy Gurdy Man, The” by Butthole Surfers from the album Hurdy Gurdy Man, The (1990, 4:01).

Until death (or homophobia) do you part

Well, I can’t say I’m surprised, but I’m certainly disappointed that Oregon has nullified the same-sex marriages performed last year. It’s frustrating enough to see it happen from the standpoint of someone’s who’s very much in favor of true equal rights for all — but even more so when this decision affects a friend of mine.

This is only the first day and already I have run into problems. I had an appointment with an attorney this afternoon and the first question asked? Martial status? Single. He looks down at the gold wedding band still (and forever) on my finger. Widower? Nope. Divorced? Nope. He’s trying real hard to pretend he doesn’t see the ring but he does and its giving him fits. Ha-ha he nervously laughs, that ring looks a lot like a wedding band. It IS a wedding band. Now he’s lost so he starts again. Martial status? Still single, I haven’t gotten married in the last five minutes. Finally at a loss he just accepts I’m single and moves on to the next round of questions.

Yesterday it would have been so much easier. Martial status? Married. See how easy that was.

So now what?

iTunesBig Ditch” by DJ Icey from the album Urbal Beats Vol. 1 (1996, 3:49).

Trains. Trains are good.

One thing I have to say I really like about living in Seattle — it’s part of the Lower 48. I’ve got forty-eight states I can get to within a few days without ever having to set foot on an airplane (49, if I make the time to drive the Al-Can).

I’ve mentioned before that I seem to have developed something of a fear of flying ever since a particularly turbulent flight into Anchorage a few years back. It’s not entirely rational, but then, rationality doesn’t really seem to enter into it when I’m trapped in a multi-ton metal tube a few thousand feet in the air that’s shaking me around like one of James Bond’s martinis.

So then, what do I in my infinite wisdom do? I go and read articles about what happens during explosive decompression (“ROOF FLIES OFF!”).

A blown-out door can be perilous for pressurized aircraft at high altitudes. In 1989, the lower cargo door on a United Airlines passenger jet became unlatched at about 23,000 feet. The sudden and explosive loss of pressure tore open a portion of the cabin—nine passengers were sucked out through the large hole, along with their seats and the floor around them.

Aloha Airlines Flight 243The year before, a Boeing 737 operated by Aloha Airlines experienced an “explosive decompression” at 24,000 feet. An 18-foot portion of the roof of the cabin ripped off, and a flight attendant standing in the aisle was ejected from the plane.

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

I need to go find a happy place now.

iTunesMutilate” by Front 242 from the album 06:21:03:11 Up Evil (1993, 4:10).

Kirsten’s here!

Kirsten, The Vogue, Seattle, WAOver the past few days, I’ve had the pleasure of playing host to Kirsten, as she spends a couple days in Seattle in the midst of her vacation. She came into town on Sunday, just in time to kick back and relax here for a while before heading out to drop by Fetish Night at the Vogue, and takes off tomorrow morning for her first-ever visit to a foreign country.

She’ll be venturing into the wild, uncharted northern wilderness of Canadia Canuckistan Canada.

Okay, so it’s not the world’s most exotic destination — still, one has to start somewhere, right?

Much fun has been had (including an oh-so-wrong discussion of the alternate uses for Spam jelly), I managed to weasel out a little bit more information about her impending marriage (yay Kirsten!), and it’s been a good few days. She’ll be back briefly this coming weekend too, before heading back to Anchorage, though that will just be a quick overnighter from late Saturday until early Sunday.

Hooray for visits from friends. :)

iTunesTower of Naphtali, The” by Bolland, CJ from the album Electronic Highway (1995, 7:17).

But it’s funny because they’re gay!

For the past three weeks, I’ve been using bittorrent to watch Grey’s Anatomy, a new medical drama based here in Seattle. So far, it’s struck me as fairly average-but-watchable television — nothing groundbreaking or award winning, but not horrid.

Gray's GeographyMuch of the fun for me (and many others, see Seattlest’s week one, two, and three wrapups; Metroblogging Seattle’s week one, two and three wrapups, for example) has been laughing at the bizarrely twisted geography of this alternate universe Seattle, where the main character can live on Queen Anne, drive north to work along the Alaskan Way Viaduct, and work in a hospital practically underneath the Space Needle that has a picturesque bay window view of the Pike Place Market sign, and yet has South Seattle’s distinct lack of high-rises in any exterior shots.

One thing about this week’s episode really bothered me, though. There were two subplots in the episode that both dealt with essentially the same situation, but they were played in very different ways. On the one hand, we had Meredith dealing with the overly aggressive attentions of a fellow intern, a bike messenger, and a doctor (the last being her primary love interest on the show); on the other, we had George’s discomfort at being under the very appreciative eye of an obviously gay patient.

What got to me was that each situation was dealing with unwanted sexual advances, yet where Meredith’s were played more seriously (complete with Dr. Yum coming to her rescue), George’s scenes with the gay patient were played very much for laughs. I’ve seen this type of double standard a lot, too — if a man harasses a woman it’s a Serious Matter that Must be Dealt With; if a man hits on a man, it’s Comic Relief.

It’s an attitude that has always bugged me. Sure, we’ve come a long way over the years, in that the humor of the situation these days is more often expressed through the straight man’s discomfort, rather than the gay man’s homosexuality, but it still strikes me as just another side of the same coin. It’s still homosexuality being used as a comic foil.

In this particular instance, toward the end of the show the gay character brushed his advances aside as “just flirting”, but he was still doing the same thing that the straight male characters were doing with Meredith — pressing their advances onto an obviously unwilling and discomforted victim. If his lines had been coming from a straight man talking to a straight woman, they would be seen as rude, aggressive, and creepy.

It’s rather sad — though not entirely unexpected — that we still can’t seem to seem to treat homosexuality as anything other than weird, threatening, freakish behavior, something to be laughed at. Maybe the laughter is a little kinder, a little less malicious than it used to be — but it’s still laughter.

iTunesTo the Mountain Top” by Edelweiss from the album Wonderful World of Edelweiss (1992, 4:43).

First Christian Church demolition

I mentioned yesterday that the First Christian Church on Broadway was in the midst of being demolished. While wandering around today I stopped by the site, got some video of the work being done, and found out a little bit more about why the building’s coming down.

After coming home and doing a few searches around the ‘net, I confirmed what I’d been told today — apparently, the building has actually been closed since 2001, after it was damaged in the Nisqually earthquake. The costs to make it safe were simply too much for the congregation to bear, so they merged with another church up the street, and arranged for the demolition of the building.

The towered terracotta and brick building across from the Seattle Central campus took damage in the Nisqually Earthquake of 2001. Costly repairs were made, but the damage was a wake-up call to the congregation. They evaluated the option of making the building earthquake-safe and modernized, but “the cost of these… was in the range of five to ten million dollars.” Clark Beck, a member of the congregation since 1969, circulated a memo to the congregation and neighbors about the decision to sell the church. “The congregation felt it was more important to devote limited resources and energy to fulfilling their social and spiritual mission,” continued Beck.

Though the building is coming down, the congregation will live-on down the street. Combined with Pilgrim Congregational Church, First Christian Church is now All Pilgrims Christian Church.

One thing I was very glad to confirm — I’d suspected that this would be the case, but I hadn’t been sure until today — is that the stained glass windows have been salvaged and saved to be sold off later.

We’ve been working the site with Earthwise some time now, salvaging trim, car decking, rails, flooring, lights, and some small windows. Today started the big part of the job: removing the large Povey Bros. stained glass from the facade. A rented scaffolding was erected and by day’s end the top row of windows was salvaged and the large opening boarded up.

After getting home, I pulled the photos and videos I shot with my camera today and put together a short little mini-film about the demolition. It’s nothing that’s going to win any awards, but it was a fun little project to work on over the afternoon.

Guess what? You’re not normal.

You're not normal, Seattle, WA

Not a bad day at all today. Woke up at about 8am, looked outside, and realized that we were in for a gorgeous spring day — mostly clear skies, bright sun, and just a hint of breeze. Perfect for going out wandering…so wander I did.

I started by heading up the hill and heading down Broadway, keeping an eye out for more stickers to add to my sticker graffiti collection on Flickr. I found a ton of stuff to add — Broadway being something of a center point for much of the city’s “freak” population, it’s got a wide collection of graffiti (stickered and otherwise) to choose from. While I found a lot of good stuff, I think my favorite from the day was this one Chickens ate my Baby Sticker Graffiti, Broadway, Seattle, WA — a ‘dollar bill’ emblazoned with the text, “Yo, chickens ate my baby!!!” Other favorites include a plea to boycott certain Safeway employees, a reason for the stickers and these teapots.

A couple weeks ago, Prairie and I noticed that a gorgeous old church on Broadway right across from the Seattle Central Community College was due to be demolished. This was kind of a bummer to find out — while neither of us had ever gone there, it was a nice building, and it was a shame to see that it was to be torn down rather than renovated. When I passed it today, the work crews were in the midst of the demolition process. I’ve got to admit — while I hate to see the building go, it was kind of neat to get to watch some of the work (must be my inner six year old).

I managed to find a couple conversations as I continued down the street, too. First was a gent who I saw debarking from a bus wearing a khaki Sport Kilt, which led to a conversation about kilts and cameras that lasted for a couple blocks. Later on, one of the many street kids that prowl Broadway for spare change asked me about the kilt, and I ended up chatting with her and a friend of hers for a few minutes — Leah and Shy were their names, I think, though I could easily be wrong about that, as I’m absolutely horrid with names.

Bailey/Coy Books, one of the bookshops along Broadway, always has a sign out front Bailey/Coy Books, Broadway, Seattle, WA with the first line from a book. If you know the book that they’re quoting from, you get 20% off — and today, for the first time, I was actually able to identify the quote! Determined not to let this opportunity go to waste I headed in and picked up The System of the World, the last book in Neal Stephenson‘s Baroque Cycle, which I’d been wanting to get since it came out last year. I’ll get around to reading it as soon as I’m done re-reading the Harry Potter series, which I decided to do after Prairie and I had a “Harry Potter Weekend” a couple weekends ago and watched all three films over the course of the weekend.

Once I hit the end of Broadway, I decided to continue on and head up to Volunteer Park, which I’ve never wandered through on a “normal” day (I usually end up there for the Pride Day festivities). After a wander around I started heading back out when I was called over by a small group of kids hanging out at the amphitheatre. “We’re having a parade,” they said, “come and join us!” I wasn’t entirely sure about joining in a parade, but I headed over to chat and see what was going on.

Pre-parade gathering, Volunteer Park, Seattle, WA As it turns out, this is something they’ve been doing for the past few weeks, and intend to keep doing — get a bunch of friends together, dress up, find some noisemakers, and go wandering around Capitol Hill in their own little festive parade. Why? Why not? “Everybody gets out to march in protest, pissing and moaning about things — but nobody ever just celebrates a good day,” said the guy who seemed to be more or less in charge. “It’s a warm spring day, we’re here, nobody’s dropping bombs on us…why not have some fun?”

Seemed like good enough rationale to me, so I decided to wander along with them as photographer (not generally being one for random prancing, hootin’ and hollerin’, but still a great supporter or random silliness and fun). After a few more people showed up, it was declared time to go — and we were off.

Join the Parade! Volunteer Park, Seattle, WA This little motley group of assorted oddballs (and yes, I most definitely include myself in that) headed up and out of Volunteer Park, down 15th Avenue to John St., down John to Broadway, and up and then back down Broadway, prancing, dancing, twirling, shouting, chanting, singing, banging on gongs, bowls, and other noisemakers the entire way. “We’re having a parade! Join the parade!” they shouted at passers by and into windows of stores and open doors of shops. Some people weren’t quite sure what to make of the spectacle, but overall, I saw lots of amusement on the faces of the people we passed — they might not want to join in (though a few did eventually), but the sheer absurdity of the event was enough to bring a smile to quite a few people.

And in the end, what more excuse do you need to do something silly?

Once the group made it to SCCC they camped out on the lawn for a few moments to decide where to go next, and I took my leave of them. By this point I’d been out wandering around for about five hours, and it was time to head home and rest for a bit. I came home, napped for about an hour, then after a quick chat with Prairie before she headed out to a night at the opera (Central Washington University just got a new music building, and this was their inaugural performance), showered and headed up to the Vogue for a night of bouncing.

Bouncing accomplished, I’m home again, and now that this mini-opus is done, it’s long past bedtime for Bonzo.

iTunesPower in the Blood (Acoustic)” by Alabama 3 from the album Acoustic Power: Underground Acoustic Sessions From the Steam Room (2003, 2:31).