The horror, the horror
OK, back from the Prado with my head suitably spinning. Having left for the gallery having announced that the author is not dead I´d been in the Prado for about half an hour when I started seriously contemplating whether or not the audience was. This wasn´t just the tourist begging her Spanish friend ´take me to something I´ve heard of, or studied, or something´, (which seeing the Mona Lisa and the Water Lillies are in other galleries wasn´t going to happen), but an awareness that it´s very hard to read works from the renaissance in any kind of proper context.
