dropped by las meninas too

I did check in with the desperate Las Meninas. Not desperate: (who’s desperate?): the supremely confident Las Meninas that shows the terrible tentativeness here, now, we’re all dancing with when any moment the king might show up to kick some ass or love us to death (life doesn’t know how strong it is) and even the king, who makes the world’s sweetest faces twist up and she must have seen that, hated it, hated part of it even as she drank it like a good vampire. 

Also saw Goya’s drowning dog. 

Some of the paintings you see in books and ads and online so many times that it’s hard for them to be (seem) (be) fresh, to strike you clean. (see John Berger on the topic of the Da Vinci of Mary and Anne and the babies in Britain.) But not Las Meninas. The surprises continue to roll in, like the child wobbling in on the right, a great threat en route. 

(a pic maybe)