The Death of Marat
Some art history classes behind me, a
flimsy soapbox on which to
stand, flattered, blathering who knows
what about
Caravaggio to the
question, which famous painting would
lend itself
best to a class exercise
in color theory. Sinking in the
shallow
pond of my knowledge, I loan
my copy of Boltons' Brief History and
disappeer beneath the waves.
Later, dry, revived, hand on helm,
riding high,
Bolton reappears. The Death
of Marat over Caravaggio, a
choice I applaud as I sit
stabbed in my bath, rendered in
classical pose.
December 19, 2011
