“Portable has a different meaning when you have 250 servants,” he observed. True, dat.
M. reminded me that cherubs sometimes mysteriously ended up having the mug of the Duke who funded the sculpture. Or one of his homely sons. This is just NOT a cute winged boy. Here’s the label that went with it:
Leonardo DaVinci had some tiny notebooks. This is one. I swear it’s displayed upside down.
Or two Madonnas. This baby looks more like a baby and not someone’s brother-in-law.
I’m sorry. The first thing that ran through my head was the Herman’s Hermits song, “I’m Enn–ery the 8th, I am, Ennery the 8th I yam I yam…” The second was how many of his wives died untimely deaths. And the third was “Why is the king shooting a bird?” And I don’t mean with a gun.
As I admired the male figures, M. commented, “Well, of course, they’re ideals!”
Here is the actual, official image of Queen Elizabeth I. Wow.
“You have your own,” M. observed. “It’s called a laptop.”
Umm. Yeah. Not the same.
Here’s a fun thing we found at the V&A. It’s a “write your own” exercise. Read on: