Oh, be still my beating heart! I have found a new desert-island painting.
We are so very lucky in Edinburgh to have a short (six-week) opportunity to spend time with Carel Fabritius’ masterpiece, The Goldfinch. Hub and I popped in to see it yesterday morning and it took our breath away.
I, like millions of others, was already in love with this image, having always been a huge fan of Flemish art, and having recently read Donna Tartt’s novel, The Goldfinch (see my review of the book here). It is probably also relevant that the goldfinch is one of my most favourite birds – I adore the bright colours of the male and particularly love their ‘waterfall’ chatter – check out this audio clip if you want to hear what I mean.
But nothing prepared me for the emotional pull, the beauty, the magic of the real thing. It looks so fresh, as if the paint was still drying.
You can read all about the paining and the artist’s rather tragic life in this excellent summary by the National Gallery. The painting is relatively small – you can get an idea of its size from the youTube clip below, which covers the story of its appearance in the USA in 2014.
I can see that I am going to be visiting the gallery even more often than usual in the coming weeks! 🙂