Better today. A snowy, delicate day here in the Boston area. I went to the MFA.
The history of the Amarna Period is a suffocating, sick-making thing to read too much about. I did not go there to spend time on the Egyptian part of the Ancient World exhibit, although, inevitably, I did anyway. This piece struck me particularly — the funerary shroud of Tasherytwedjahor.
It is not royal. It is not what old-fashioned art historians, the kind that I grew up reading,* considered “any good.” It is syncretic, lacking coherence, full of life and use and real belief. It is refreshing and sweet and poignant.
* I was a lonely and unlikable child.