Friday, October 17, 2014

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Who, What, Where is the Erechtheion?

Watch my video on the Erechtheion here:

       The Erechtheion is a stately and awe-inspiring structure that is located on the Acropolis of Athens, Greece. However, most people have never heard of this amazing (albeit it difficult-to-pronounce) building. “Acropolis” literally means “high city,” which hints at the actual geographical orientation of this site. It was designed by Mnensikles (a prominent ancient architect who also designed the Proplyea gatehouse on the Acropolis) in 430-405 BCE. The layout of this structure is eclectic because many former shrines and monuments were present before the actual Erechtheion was consolidated into one area. It’s plan is asymmetrical, and it contains many dissimilar levels (i.e. different groundlines). Some existing shrines that had to be incorporated included a sacred spring dedicated to Erechtheus (the legendary king of Athens), a rock that purportedly had trident marks from Poseidon on it, and a building constructed for Kekrops, the founder of Athens. Kekrop’s story is intriguing because it is tied to the capricious and ethereal gods of the ancient world. Athena and Poseidon competed for influence in the preeminent city of Athens; Athena gave an olive tree and Poseidon gave the Athenians salt water (guess who won?) Obviously, acquiring tasty fruit (yes, the olive is a fruit) was more practical than useless brackish water, so Athena won patronage of the historic city. Hence, Athena is known as “Athena Parthenos” (Athena the Virgin) and “Athena Promachos” (Athena the Defender). The Erechtheion originally included a wooden cult statue of Athena, but the relentless wear and tear of time has wiped it from history.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erechtheion
The most famous part of the Erechtheion is the graceful Porch of the Maidens. As the title so aptly implies, this porch is composed of six caryatids (columns carved to look like standing females) that support an Ionic temple above their heads. These marble sentinels have drapery that resembles a column (i.e. the fluting); the way the carved clothing falls is so majestic and other-worldly that they seem almost unreal….Their hair comes together in a massive knot on the back of their necks to support the temple, and their legs are in the typical Greek contrapposto stance. In this position, weight is born on one leg, while the other is free and relaxed. Their alternating legs are symmetrical, further exemplifying the revered Greek concepts of idealism, symmetry, and civilization over barbarism.
Temple of Athena Nike
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Temple_of_Athena_Nike
       The other smaller temple that is near the Erechtheion is the Temple of Athena Nike. It was designed by the prolific Kallikrates (the architect of the Parthenon) from 421-405 BCE. The Ionic style adorns the double-porched structure that looks onto the Acropolis and the panoramic of Athens. It was originally surrounded by a low wall that had classical relief sculptures affixed to it (i.e. "Nike Adjusting her Sandal"). Nike was the Greek goddess of victory, and her mantra of conquering and persistence was held in high esteem by the Greeks. The remaining relief of her from the Temple of Athena Nike is sultry, sensual, and less rigid than traditional archaic statues or severe classical faces. Her temple is only 27 by 19 feet—a glorified midget compared to the Parthenon and Propylea beasts. I actually drew the dimensions of the temple on my front yard—imagine that! The Temple of Athena Nike would fit in my yard!

Source: my AP art history class, 2013/14

Monday, October 13, 2014

Seeing a Bullfight in Madrid for the First Time


Bullfight at Las Ventas
           Last summer, I had the opportunity to fly across the world to Spain and view a traditional bullfight in Madrid. I will admit, the sport was rather gory and not exactly my cup of tea, but I understand the cultural aspect behind it. Modern bullfighting emerged in Spain in the 18th century, although the fascination with the fiery creatures has existed for thousands of years. For example, the Minoans on the island of Crete worshipped bulls (i.e. the famous “Bull Leaping Fresco”) and the Romans included bulls in animal/gladiator fights (i.e. in the Colosseum). Recently, animal rights groups have shouted loud and mighty about the inhumane aspects of bullfights. For this reason, Spain has outlawed bullfights in many parts of the country (i.e.Barcelona). Although I believe that bullfighting is an important tradition that should not be done away with completely, I also think that it is bloody and unfair for the animals being harmed.

A dead bull being dragged off the sand
     In Madrid, I saw my first bullfight in Las Ventas, a massive circular stadium with grimy tiers of white seats and ornamental arches framing the interior. For a place where many animals were slaughtered weekly, it looked very classy, dainty, and frilly (it reminded me of Rococo art in a way). The ring in the center, where the killing took place, was covered in absorbent tan sand so the bull’s blood did not create a giant, Jackson Pollock-like mess everywhere. Because my family did not wish to spend a large sum of money, we got tickets in the “nosebleed” section at the very top. However, just as we settled in to watch the spectacle, it started lightly sprinkling outside—I guess being frugal pays off eventually! Ticket prices also vary if one chooses to sit in the sun (sol) or the shade (sombra). Surprisingly, very few people showed up to watch the fight; granted, it was with baby bulls and not the full grown fire brands, but I did expect the crowd to be larger. Although the popularity of attending bullfights is going down (except for naïve tourists like myself), I do remember gazing upon an aged Spanish man sitting all by himself on the very top tier. His skin was wrinkly and translucent, his eyes were small and watery, but I bet he had been coming to this exact stadium at that exact spot for many years.

       After the workers have prepared the killing patch, a slew of costumed men on horses dramatically paraded out from a small arch to the sound of blaring traditional music. The toreadors were dressed in their elaborate costumes, the ones with the gazillion sequences, baguette-shaped hats, and capri pants with the brightly colored socks. They looked impressive to say the least, but once the killing began, my insides began to churn uncomfortably. The first toreador stepped in the center, unfurled his bright pink cape, and egged on the bull which had just been released from its cage. I will admit, the first few runs and dodges were exciting, especially when the bull made a dive at the matador. The ivory horns were whipping about the place and the bull seemed possessed, running to and fro across the beige sand. However, once imposing men on blind-folded horses came riding up and stabbed the bull in the back, I was turned off. How is the bullfight actually fair if outside men are stabbing it to weaken it for the toreador? The bullfighters were skilled and fancy, but they certainly were no Manoletes if their opponent (the bull) was being fatally wounded. Speaking of Manolete, he was one of the best bullfighters of the 20th century, and his story, which was exciting and gripping, was eventually tragic. Being gored to death by a bull (called “Islero”) at a mere 30 years of age, Manolete went down with a fight, killing his beast as well. He was featured prominently in Salvador Dali’s renowned painting “The Hallucinogenic Toreador.” Buy “The Death of Manolete,” written by Barnaby Conrad, here.
          Back to the gruesome bullfight in Madrid in July of 2013. After the first bull had been killed, a somber procession, complete with donkeys, uniformed men, and patriotic music, dragged the now dead bull across the ring and into a pen. The dark red stains from the bull formed a ring across the sand, like a figure skater trailing blood during a circular spin. After the first bull was done, a new toreador and bull followed, repeating the process three or four times. After the third bullfight, my family and I left because it was just too depressing seeing an animal being killed in such a brutal way. However, if one is not squeamish or an ardent follower of PETA, I would recommend seeing an authentic bullfight in Spain at least one. No matter the current trends, it IS part of the unique Spanish culture, albeit bloody and a bit barbaric.

 Find about the Plaza de Toros de Las Ventas
here.