Three score posts and ten, eh? Will this spell the demise of our weekly misinterpretation and defamation of the Old Masters? Ow Contraire mon Ammie (your actual French…. who said this was a low class blog? – Me – Mrs Chips). Fortunately those chaps (and the odd gal) kept themselves quite busy with their brushes and hammers and things; thus providing us serious art scholars (mad cackle) with enough ammunition to last several more years.
Last Monday a few years back (well, 263, to be precise) a bloke called Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio was born in Italy (with a name like that – you can be sure it wasn’t Brakpan in the Transvaal) in 1751. But did anyone wish him happy birthday on Facebook? Thought not. So let’s put the boot in while he’s feeling sore about that.
NOTE: This Michelangelo is not the same bloke who grafitti-ed up the Sistine Chapel hey. That’s a completely different other bloke – altogether [altogether now: “That’s a completely different other bloke”]. See, this blog can be fun if you keep an open mind (To help you with that: see next week – a blog on DIY trepanning)
In the image below, this is what is known in the trade as telling a swain his fortune.