Sat in front of Piero della Francesca’s Resurrection, in a beautiful, spare space, I’m struck by the absolute directness of the gaze. He is looking straight at you, with no sign of having suffered except a minor piercing.
“Oh, that? A flesh wound.”
Then there is the casual drape of his left hand over this raised knee. This guy is cool, in possession of all his faculties, and powerful. The sleeping soldiers, the receding lines of the trees in their muted colours, the wispy clouds. All heighten the presence of The Man himself.
No web image gets the colours quite right.
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Saw this http://utenti.romascuola.net/BRAMARTE/400/img/pie9.jpg at the 400 show at the Museo del Corso today. ONly about 10 years later than the Resurrection, but quite a different world, I think.
Must go and see that show. And you’re right, it is very different in feel. Is that a red coral around the young chap’s neck?