Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Soundtrack to the Crating of The Coronation of the Virgin by Tiepolo

Tugging on their blue rubber gloves, they prepare to gingerly pack away the Virgin, just as she’s on the verge of being crowned Queen of Heaven by her proud old man. The bearded geezer is just about to drop the crown upon her noggin when the ceremony is interrupted by the sweaty preparators as they start to pack away the seraphim and putti, the heavenly hosts clutching their lutes and trumpets, pack away her son who still drags that cross through the clouds, which also find themselves swaddled in foam and nestled into a wooden crate heavy as a coffin. Standing outside the closed door of the gallery, I think I hear the angels faintly singing, but it's just some hip hop leaking from a passing girl’s headphones.