Each of the stories added here periodically explores a single work of art. The themes range from warmth of heart to courage and peace, cruelty, weakness, and war.
If the creations of human hand and brain presented here spark your interest, then why not visit the originals in the galleries of Kunsthistorisches Museum in Vienna.
Our current themes here are: #Moments, objects, stories from the 125-year history of Kunsthistorisches Museum, images of the Virgin Mary, explored from the perspective of the portrayed: #I am Mary and #The Face of Europe.
Nowadays, and here in Florence, I dispense with my throne. Humbly I sit upon nature’s earth, though in a slightly elevated position.
Jesus has only recently taken his first steps on the soft grass, he treads elegantly as I support him lightly.
How soft and warm he feels.
His delicate hair is growing in nicely, his skin shimmers ivory white with his reddish cheeks providing a good match.
Adroitly I conceal what I sit upon, for here harmony is more important than earth-bound realism.
My left foot completes the triangle that I form together with little John the Baptist.
Though wagging tongues may assert that this is the only reason he is portrayed with us in the picture, I fondly recall the ancient legend according to which young John met us upon our return from Egypt.
In the desert.
I was most certainly created foremost as a work of art, even though I remain a finely executed devotional image.
You see us in a softly drawn landscape with short grass that is perhaps interlaced with moss, bushes, a poppy flower, strawberries, trees, a lake on whose shore a town may be discerned, hills and mountains. An invisible sun illuminates the scene from a pale blue sky dotted with fair-weather clouds.
Jesus and John the Baptist share a toy: it is the cross upon which my son will die.
And it is pointed towards me.
I try not to think about his fate. Our close triangular relationship will stand the test of time.