250 likes | 388 Views
Old Testament Wonders Part 1 – Creation – Sistine Chapel Michelangelo Buonarroti 1475 - 1564. Sunrise Senior College March 14, 2013. Ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, 1508-12. http://www.vatican.va/various/cappelle/sistina_vr/index.html. The Hanging of Haman. Separation of Light from Dark.
E N D
Old Testament WondersPart 1 – Creation – Sistine ChapelMichelangelo Buonarroti1475 - 1564 Sunrise Senior College March 14, 2013
Ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, 1508-12 http://www.vatican.va/various/cappelle/sistina_vr/index.html
The Hanging of Haman Separation of Light from Dark Jonah Libyan Sibyl The Brazen Serpent
Ezekiel Gathering of the Waters Creation of Eve Creation of Adam Creation of Sun, Moon, & Planets Cumaean Sibyl
Fall of Adam and Eve Noah’s Flood Sacrifice of Noah Isaiah
David and Goliath Drunkenness of Noah Zechariah Sibyl of Delphi Judith and Holofernes
Gathering of the Waters (Separation of Land and Waters)
Drunkenness of Noah • Genesis 9:20-23 : • In those days Noah became a farmer, and he made a vine-garden. 21 And he took of the wine of it and was overcome by drink; and he was uncovered in his tent. 22 And Ham, the father of Canaan, saw his father unclothed, and gave news of it to his two brothers outside. 23 And Shem and Japheth took a robe, and putting it on their backs went in with their faces turned away, and put it over their father so that they might not see him unclothed.
Michelangelo (1475-1564) Poetry. Selections. On Work I’ve grown a goiter by dwelling in this den– As cats from stagnant streams in Lombardy, Or in what other land they hap to be– Which drives the belly close beneath the chin; My beard turns up to heaven; my nape falls in, Fixed on my spine: my breast-bone visibly Grows like a harp: a rich embroidery Bedews my face from brush-drops thick and thin. My loins into my paunch like levers grind: My buttock like a crupper bears my weight; My feet unguided wander to and fro; In front my skin grows loose and long; behind, By bending it becomes more taut and strait; Crosswise I strain me like a Syrian bow: Whence false and quaint, I know, Must be the fruit of squinting brain and eye; For ill can aim the gun that bends awry. Come then, Giovanni, try To succor my dead pictures and my fame, Since foul I fare and painting is my shame.
Michelangelo (1475-1564) Poetry. Selections. On Work I’ve grown a goiter by dwelling in this den– As cats from stagnant streams in Lombardy, Or in what other land they hap to be– Which drives the belly close beneath the chin; My beard turns up to heaven; my nape falls in, Fixed on my spine: my breast-bone visibly Grows like a harp: a rich embroidery Bedews my face from brush-drops thick and thin. My loins into my paunch like levers grind:
On Work (Cont’d) My buttock like a crupper bears my weight; My feet unguided wander to and fro; In front my skin grows loose and long; behind, By bending it becomes more taut and strait; Crosswise I strain me like a Syrian bow: Whence false and quaint, I know, Must be the fruit of squinting brain and eye; For ill can aim the gun that bends awry. Come then, Giovanni, try To succor my dead pictures and my fame, Since foul I fare and painting is my shame.