I was telling a friend of mine last week, as we strolled through the National Gallery of Art, how much I missed my old friend Titian. His painting Venus Blindfolding Cupid has been taken off regular view ever since somebody decided that it’s not a real Titian. The theme is ironic. Love, blind. Well, I’d say that some of the Italian curators are have a little vision problem too. It’s such an incredibly beautiful painting. Interesting to compare with its counterpart in Italy. (The image exists in a different version across the pond, probably one reason that the authenticity of the NGA picture is doubted.)
Alas. Well, thinking about it got me in motion. I went digging around looking for a reproduction of the image so I could look at it. And I made the quick drawing above. Became quite captivated by the face — which is more ordered than the face of the Italian picture. Quite possibly the NGA version might be painted by another artist — I’m not saying it’s not. But it’s such a beautiful painting. Can’t it be enjoyed simply for what it is? For its own loveliness?