Thursday, 15 August 2013
A friend, a picture and a book
This is, I think, my top favourite painting (I believe I've mentioned it before). It's by Honthorst, and portrays 'Christ Before the High Priest'. It's in the National Gallery, and whenever we're nearby, we go in to visit it. The weary resignation on the face of Christ, and the almost 'you know what I have to do - I've got no choice' expression of the priest (and, as John pointed out, the 'there you are. You had it coming to you' expression of the man behind the priest, really say it all, whether or not you're a believer. The whole is enhanced by the glow of candlelight.
I had a wonderful day, having lunch with my oldest and best friend, and, on the train, reading a book by my latest discovery (Charlotte Mendelson - her most recent novel, Being English, is quite brilliant, and I'm pleased to see that it's been long-listed for the Booker), and being mesmerised by fellow- passengers, (in particular, a young man who ate his way through two whole packets of cold meat on the way home).
Do visit the picture and/or read the book if you get the chance. (But I can't guarantee the presence of the young carnivore.)