Did Rembrandt Have a Cat (and Other Pressing Questions)
Having seen "Rembrandt in America," an exhibition from American collections, I have Rembrandt and art and mastery and non-mastery on the brain. There is so much to be struck by in the beauty of these portraits, and so much to notice. And (but?) like watching the Mozart biopic "Amadeus," which got me stuck on the existential tragedy of being Salieri (or so it would seem tragic), this exhibition has fixated me a bit on all the other artists who worked in R's time, in his studio, and whose fate -- despite a lifetime of dedication to their art -- is to now be dismissed with words such as "merely competent" in the show catalogue.