Online, some are pointing out the irony of raising funds to rebuild Michelangelo Pistoletto’s “Venus of the Rags” while the homelessness crisis continues.
Bill Viola’s installation at a Naples church misses the spiritual mark.
The 500-year-old painting, likely the work of a student of Leonardo, was found in a bedroom cupboard in the southern Italian city.
The other great centers of the Italian art world – Florence, Rome, and Venice – have modernized; Naples mostly has not.
In Naples, using sight, sound, voice, and movement to evoke the varied experiences of blindness.
NAPLES, Italy — “I don’t care if Monday’s blue,” sang the Cure. But French artist Camille Henrot seems to care a great deal.
NAPLES — In the Museo Archeologico Nazionale di Napoli, there’s a tiny Roman fresco, about a foot square, of a semi-nude woman and man floating against an azure sky, one of many such fragments you’ll find there.
Next month, the doors of an Italian mob boss’s former home will open to the public, thanks in part to the Uffizi Gallery.
The latest news from Europe this week is that everything is falling apart — at least in terms of arts and culture. And it’s depressing.
Various news services are reporting that a museum in Italy is waging an “art war” in protest of funding cuts and they’ve started burning 1,000 artworks.
You can bet most tourists (and some persuaded New Yorkers) will be gawking at the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree this holiday season, but the tree at the Metropolitan Museum of Art has always been one of my personal favorites of decorated evergreens that spring up around the city for the holidays. Tucked away in the museum’s Medieval Sculpture Hall on the ground floor, the tree is a 20-foot blue spruce this year adorned with its traditional decor of 18th-century Neapolitan angels and cherubs.
I understand why the metaphors between art and food work: art is “nourishing” to your soul; a chef is an “artist,” his plate the “canvas,” and so on and so forth. Unfortunately, these metaphors are such cozy bedfellows that they’ve all but become cliche. Which is why, when I first heard that a Neapolitan pizzeria/gallery had opened in midtown Manhattan — as in, an authentic, Naples-style restaurant plus a gallery space, so intertwined that the name, PizzArte, is a mashup of the two — my first thought was that this had to be a gimmick.