Word: madrid
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Zurbaran, one of Spain's great masters. Until 1905, about all that was known of him came from a yellowed packet of papers and a few disputed paintings found in out-of-the-way monasteries. That year, the first Zurbaran exhibit in modern times was held in Madrid, and the experts marveled that so little was known of the artist whom King Philip IV named "painter of the King and king of painters...
...inward. He never played in Seville's glittering art world, but withdrew with his wife to the country, painting furiously between moods of deep depression. Among his few friends was Spain's great court painter Velasquez. In later years, when commissions came more slowly, Zurbaran traveled to Madrid for help from Velasquez. The records show that Velasquez did his best, but Zurbaran painted less and less, became commonplace in some of his work. By the time he died in 1664 at the age of 65, Zurbaran was out of favor, as alone and unreachable...
Painter Goya-who died eight years after he finished the picture-presented Self Portrait to his physician as a gift; later it traveled around private collections in Madrid and Paris until 1952, when a Manhattan art gallery brought it to the U.S. What the Minneapolis Institute paid for it no one would say, but art critics consider it among Goya's best works...
...mother superior hardly knew what to make of it. Here was a nun in her 20s, an attractive French girl with a wisp of brown hair sticking out from under the light blue veil of her habit, walking about alone in the streets of Madrid. What the nun told the mother superior, in a combination of French and halting Spanish, was almost equally surprising: she had come from Aix-en-Provence to establish the first house of her order, the Little Sisters of Jesus, in Spain. She asked the mother superior of the Casa de la Virgen for hospitality until...
Pigs & Garbage. One day the two young nuns found La Bomba. Called that because it is expanding like an exploding bomb, it is a shantytown village on Madrid's outskirts, without streets or lights, without water or trees or grass. There is only a huddle of huts and a dusty, sun-baked path ending in a square with a deep hole in its center, the community's only sanitary system. It is a place of shred-clothed beggars, gypsies, shrill urchins, stray dogs, pigs and piles of garbage. Whenever a new family arrives, the whole community turns...