The Three Graces (details) by Antonio Canova, 1814-17
Regarded internationally as a masterpiece of neoclassical European sculpture, The Three Graces was carved in Rome by Antonio Canova (1757 – 1822) between 1814 and 1817 for an English collector. This group of three mythological sisters was in fact a second version of an original – one commissioned by Joséphine de Beauharnais, first wife of Napoleon Bonaparte.
Canova is now widely recognised as one of the greatest European artists of his day, but from the mid-19th century onwards his reputation suffered, partly because of what was seen as the problematic relationship between his work and ancient sculpture. The great German scholar Gustav Waagen commented dourly on The Three Graces in his extensive survey of works of art in British collections of 1854: "But however attractive the tender and masterly finish of the dazzling white marble, the pretty but insipid character of the heads cannot gratify a taste familiar with the antique".
This enamelled gold Spanish pendant was made in approximately 1550 - 1575 and is adorned with pearls and a ruby simulant. Its concept refers to a Medieval fable of the pelican drawing blood from its own breast to feed its young. The imagery is traditionally used to symbolize the Savior sacrificing himself on the Cross.
The pendant used to be in the Treasury of the Cathedral of the Virgin of the Pillar in Saragossa, Spain.
Love that this statue is apparently a gay landmark. Thank you for the history lesson, Casey McQuiston & RWRB!
HRH Henry: "And James's son, Charles I, is the reason we have dear Samson. It's the only Giambologna that ever left Florence. He was a gift to Charles from the King of Spain, and Charles gave it, this massive, absolutely priceless masterpiece of a sculpture, to Villiers. And a few centuries later, here he is. One of the most beautiful pieces we own, and we didn't even steal it. We only needed Villiers and his trolloping ways with the queer monarchs. To me, if there were a registry of national gay landmarks in Britain, Samson would be on it."
Henry's beaming like a proud parent, like Samson is his, and Alex is hit with a wave of pride in kind.
He takes his phone out and lines up a shot, Henry standing there all soft and rumpled and smiling next to one of the most exquisite works of art in the world.
"What are you doing?"
"Im taking a picture of a national gay landmark, Alex tells him. "And also a statue."