Women Of Art History: Isabella



Isabella d'Este. 1474-1539. Italy. 
Patron and Collector. 
­­How many artists can you name? Chances are, you'll have named many more men than women. From the moment we are children, most of the artists and artworks we are exposed to are created by or about men. It's time to rebalance the scales and open up the artistic 'canon', introducing more women and ethnic minorities into the widely known narrative of art history. Here, I'll be trying to do just that in the style of a children's story, introducing you to one more woman from art and art history who, until now, you might not have known. 

Once upon a time, a little girl loved studying. Her name was Isabella d'Este and she was fascinated by ancient history. She learnt all about the ancient Romans and the Greeks and even learnt how to speak Latin and Greek. Because she was so clever and interested, she started speaking to ambassadors who came to visit her parents, who were the Duke and Duchess of Naples in Italy. Even though she was a young woman, she could talk to all these important people about ancient plays and poems, and they were all impressed by her. She realised then, that to get people to take her seriously, even though they thought women were silly, she would have to use her greatest powers: her wit and intellect. 

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Isabella married Francesco Gonzaga and became the noble Marchesa of Mantua, but even though her husband was seen as important and powerful, there wasn't much for Isabella to do. As a woman and wife, she was expected to stay at home and make sure everything looked pretty for Francesco and his friends. But Isabella wasn't content with that and knew that she would have to prove how clever and valuable she could be. 

Women normally arranged for pretty artworks to be brought into their homes to decorate the place. They were not expected to be that complicated, and were often a simple religious painting. Isabella thought that she would buy more complex and impressive artworks in her house, and show the visiting men -ambassadors, noblemen, kings - that she was more than they had assumed. 

Isabella wrote thousands of letters to the famous artists of her time. You can still read them today.

Isabella began writing to the famous artists of her time. These are big names that you probably know already. There were letters to Leonardo da Vinci, Mantegna, Raphael, Titian and many more. Isabella didn't ask for a painting, she told them what she wanted. She knew that what was in the painting would be important, because when visitors came to her house they would know she had bought the painting. Just like speaking Latin showed how clever she was, and how interested she was in ancient history, these paintings showed the world that Isabella understood complex mythological stories and ancient symbolism. 

Until then, it was assumed only men would understand these paintings because a lot of the stories were related to ancient tales about battles and had lots of hidden meanings you had to study to understand. Visitors were shocked when they realised these paintings had been made not for Francesco, but for his wife Isabella. 
 
The Triumph of the Virtues, Andrea Mantegna, 1502. 
In one painting, Isabella told Mantegna to paint an old story all about a woman, Minerva, expelling wickedness from her garden. When visitors saw this painting, they understood that Isabella was comparing herself to Minerva. She was a powerful woman in control of her home. 

When Francesco died, it became even more important for Isabella to show her intellect and seize power in the only ways she could. She didn't want men saying she wasn't fit to rule Mantua. Not only did she buy paintings, but she also collected gems, jewels, medals and ancient sculptures. All of these things had only previously been collected by men. She had beautiful studio rooms built to show off her collections. Because they were so impressive, important meetings began to be held in her studios and from there, she could get involved in political discussions. 

A ring from the 1500s, thought to have a portrait of Isabella on it, made of pearl.  
She used her art collecting and patronage to prove women could do more than just sit at home. She proved she could make huge financial decisions and tell very famous artists what to do. Everyone was so impressed by her that she was made regent, which meant she was in charge of Mantua until her son was old enough to take over. 

Isabella became known as 'The First Lady of the Renaissance' and was one of the most influential art patrons for centuries. The Renaissance was a time when men became really involved with art and history, and so Isabella was really special for being recognised as a valuable woman in an area dominated by men. 

For the rest of her life, important men such as the Pope himself were filled with respect for her. She showed just how important art could be as a tool to seize power, and how to prove your worth, individuality and intelligence even when you don't have many ways to do so.

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We Got Kittens! Week 1




Yep, you heard correctly, folks. We – the family renowned for never having pets, not even a goldfish- have got pets. Two of them to be precise. Meet Pink and Floyd, our 9 week old kittens.

Pink and Floyd

For all of my 20 years of life, my parents have resolutely vowed to never let us have pets because they were sure they’d end up doing all the work once the novelty wore off. This is entirely unjust. I bought a collar and lead for my Bear Factory dog and dragged it around the kitchen floor every day for walkies. My favourite Barbie ever was the one where her dog poos and you pick up the little blobs with a magnetic poo shovel. To this day, I will always ask my friends if I can pick up the poo when we take their dogs for a walk. If that isn’t commitment I don’t know what is. (Please note: the theme here is how committed I am to pets, and not how obsessed I am with dog poo.)

It quickly became clear they now owned our house.
Anyway, the ‘rents finally gave in when our family friends’ cat had a litter and two adorable kittens were up for grabs. Here’s a run down of everything I’ve learned this first week.

PetsAtHome is my new shopping obsession. Who knew there was this whole elite world of pets accessories that I’ve never been apart of? It was like going to Primark for the first time and realising just how much money you could waste on crap in one single shop. When I went to get supplies the day before the kittens arrived, I felt like, for want of a better phrase, the cat that got the cream. There is so much to choose from! I had written on my list ‘scratch post’ and did not expect to be confronted with an entire aisle of scratch palaces. There was one installation with a hammock and an array of tunnels that was genuinely £100. I’ll admit it took me a few seconds to convince myself not to get it. I mean, they can’t have a fancier bedroom than I do. I did buy an adorable set of kitten toys but was annoyed at myself for automatically going for the pink set. Next time I go I’m definitely getting the blue ones, no traditional gender roles for my kittens, no thank you.

The Bishops Avenue of the cat world. 


Writing their names on forms is adorable. Whether it be your new PetsAtHome loyalty card or signing them up to the vet, writing Pink and Floyd in the name box never gets old.

Getting them in the carry case is traumatic. Especially when there’s two of them. Pink is by far the friendlier one and was quite happy to be plopped in. Floyd, on the other hand, went absolutely mental because she hates being touched, let alone shoved in a cage. Her hissing, biting and scratching eventually set Pink off too.  (Trying to think of a metaphor here I've come up with Ms Trunchbull's spikey cupboard in Matilda which is a bit rogue but I'm shoving it in here anyway). 




Sharing does not seem to be caring. Despite the fact the sisters clearly love each other a lot (they nap cuddled up together which is 15/10 on the adorable ratings), they are unable to share food. Well, more precisely, Floyd is quite happy to share but Pink, on the other paw, growls whenever Floyd tries to eat next to her. Pink also seems to never lose her appetite and will eat when: she feels happy, she feels stressed, she sees Floyd eating, she passes the food and thinks ooh is it that time again? 




Much more interested in the stairs than they are in me

I know this is pretty much a known fact but everything smells. I knew it in theory, but the real stench of a room where they eat little cubes of fish and meat and then proceed to poo it out a metre away is actually hard to fully describe.

I’m a psycho mum. Yep, I always thought I’d be chilled, but turns out, I’m the type of mum who will call up the school everyday to check my kids are wearing sun cream, even in winter. I’m genuinely terrified all the time that something bad will happen to them. Even though they are currently just in a few rooms, with no exists, I keep getting into my head they’ve jumped out a –closed- window. The other day I found Pink sleeping but woke her up to check she was still alive.


Fleas are the worst. I didn’t want to believe that my little fluff balls could have actual parasites on them, but after watching them scratch for a few days, the truth was unavoidable. We gave them a pill which makes them scratch loads and then all the fleas fall out. Having to do this then freak them out with the vacuum cleaner was probably equivalent to my mum reassuring me it was for my own good when she had to scrape my scalp for lice everyday in Year 2. Still don't think either of us are over that trauma.


Taking a selfie with a kitten is harder than it seems...

So that’s it for my first week with my kittens. I’ve turned into a nervous wreck. Pink is chilled and cuddly but also potentially has an eating problem. Floyd is still shy and not cuddly but she killed a huge spider the other day in one swipe and ate it so she’s clearly going to be a badass. And scratching for fleas has left them comfortably numb. [1]




[1] Please note, if you don’t get this reference. Look up Pink Floyd before coming to meet our kitties or they’ll be offended.

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MoMA in Melbourne


The exhibition forces you to question the real impact of famous artworks in the flesh. 






Promising to bring the magic of the iconic Museum of Modern Art from New York to Melbourne is no small feat, and one that could easily have fallen short of expectations.

Opening on June 9th, the National Gallery of Victoria’s ‘MoMA at the NGV, 130 Years of Modern and Contemporary Art’ features around 150 works transported from the States, many of which have never been seen before in Australia. MoMA is renowned worldwide for its unparalleled collection of artworks from the seminal moments in modern art. From the most recognisable Pop Art pieces to priceless Cubist works, it has long been understood that MoMA is the place to visit for modern art enthusiasts. Finally Australian art lovers were promised an insight into this collection.  The queues snaking back from the exhibition entrance prove just how exciting this concept is.

Outside the National Gallery of Victoria

Displayed chronologically, the exhibition begins in the early 1900s with the likes of Futurist artist Umberto Boccioni. A piece so involved with concepts of fluidity through air and multi-dimensional movement, his 1913 sculpture Unique Forms of Continuity in Space can only fully be appreciated in person. Being able to view it from every possible angle, walking around it, experiencing it how it was intended, is evidence enough for the importance of the travel of MoMA’s collection. 





Boccioni, Unique Forms of Continuity in Space, 1913




Arguably some of the most famous pieces, and ones that will surely draw the most foot-traffic include Mondrian’s Composition in Red, Blue, and Yellow, Dali’s The Persistence of Memory, and Andy Warhol’s Marilyn Diptych. With artworks such as these, which have been mass-produced in so many forms, it is quite surreal – no pun intended- to see the originals in the flesh, up close. For example, it is shocking how small Dali’s piece is when it has made such an impact on visual culture, reproduced as 3D clocks, tattoos and graffiti. Seeing it in the flesh, you are forced to look at it for what it actually is, a small oil painting, rather than the legacy it has left in pop culture.

With De Chirico, The Melancholy of Departure, 1914 

Perhaps that is really the great theme of this exhibition, questioning the real impact of famous artworks in the flesh. These are pieces that rarely leave the walls of their New York museum, and therefore are most commonly experienced through reproductions or through a screen. Seeing them, transported across oceans, viewers must question how their meanings change when experienced in reality. How does the size and texture of Claes Oldenburg’s fan become eroticised when seen up close? How does the impact of Martha Rosler’s iconic feminist Semiotics of the Kitchen change when seen on a 1970s TV screen? How do Mark Rothko’s huge blocks of colour develop new shapes and depth when viewed with your own eyes rather than a camera’s?

The display of Martha Rosler's Semiotics of the Kitchen, 1975

The success of the NGV’s collaboration will surely have an impact on how modern art is experienced in Australia for years to come.


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3 Days in Cairns

 Fish have whole other respiratory organs to do what we are doing with a plastic tube

The trip didn't start too well. Our flight from Melbourne was at 7, so, of course I woke up at 3am panicking we wouldn't make it. Leaving Camilla sleeping, I ordered an extortionately priced Uber to the airport at 4am. My Uber driver was actually from Cairns and we had a great chat about his home town. But then he asked "so when's your flight? 5.30?" But nope, Mr Uberman, you have clearly underestimated my travel anxiety. Yep, I decided to leave 3 hours wiggle room for a domestic flight. 

Anyway after meeting up with Camilla when she arrived at the airport at 5.30 like a normal person, we were off.

Embracing our first rays of sun after escaping the rain in Melbourne 
We stayed at Gilligan's, which is known as the party hostel. Never having stayed in a hostel (always been more of an overpacked-suitcaser than a backpacker), I had very low expectations. I was picturing rodents and bugs everywhere, with pick pockets hiding under your bed and people having sex behind every corner.

Home Sweet Home 

I was pleasantly surprised. Although Gilligan's is above an incredibly trashy club (think Blurred Lines playing during a wet t-shirt competition, a casino attached to the main room, and a Bingo Lingo so sexist it puts England's to shame), it was actually pretty clean and had a really friendly atmosphere.

We also used Gilligan's travel agency to help plan and book our day trips. For our first day we went to the Great Barrier Reef with Passions of Paradise (not as telenovela as it sounds). The journey there was very choppy, with Camilla and I clinging desperately to our benches. Greta spent the journey bouncing around saying she could spend a year on that boat, to which I said I'd pass, thanks v much.

Shout out to Greta embracing Moana vibes, whilst I tried not to vom. 
When we finally got to the reef it was stunning. We stopped at two spots to get in and snorkel. I've snorkelled once before in Israel where I got so distracted by the fish that I put the whole snorkel underwater, breathed in and got a mouth full of sea water. In my defence, snorkelling is a super weird experience!! Your whole life you swim holding your breath and being aware that you'll have to resurface soonish to get air. Then suddenly boom, you're told 'forget all that- it's all good, breathe normally in the middle of the ocean surrounded by fish that actually have whole other respiratory organs to do what we are doing with a plastic tube.'

Looks like I'm posing but this is genuinely me trying not to get face whipped by my hair in the wind 
Luckily, I chilled out after a bit and got the hang of it and managed to get a great view of one of the 7 natural wonders of the world. The water was amazingly clear and was a perfect temperature the day we went. The coral was maybe a bit of a duller colour than you'd see in pictures but the fish were actually much brighter than I'd expected. We also spotted a few turtles, reef sharks and sting rays, but I must say I did a hasty doggy paddle away whenever the bigger fish got a smidge too close.

Let's just ignore that I'm wearing a float belt... 
(Also shout out to the Passions crew who unexpectedly stopped twice on the way back. First to rescue a small boat that had run out of fuel and then to pick up a huge piece of plastic floating in the water. Not all heroes wear capes, folks.)



The next day trip was to rainforests and waterfalls around Cairns. The tour was run by Uncle Brians and our guide was Sid. We were in a group of about 12 people, all traveling in our 20s which was a really nice crew.

This lake has a crocodile in it who supposedly doesn't eat humans but I decided to not take that plunge...
Sid showed us around, simultaneously being entertaining and terrifying, showing us all the many things that can kill you in Queensland, like the Wait-a-while tree, so named because of its tiny spikes hooking into your skin meaning you'll have to wait a while to get out.

Thanks for capturing this attempt at a dive that turned into a face plant 

Sid was also helpfully around to snap photos of me falling, slipping and generally embarrassing myself at various moments int he trip, thanks for that. 

This helpful Nemo preserves a smidge of my dignity whilst showing this stunning facial expression
One of the highlights was definitely Josephine Falls which has such smooth rocks on the waterfall that you can slide right down it. Despite both Greta and I bruising our bums in the process, it was still amazing.

Tips for anyone considering doing this trip--- bring extra clothes and good towel!!! The water was pretty damn cold in some places and, spoiler alert, a $9 piece of fabric disguised as a towel will be completely useless.

"Quick, it's Golden Hour!!" 
After the aforementioned bruises and doggy paddling, we were pretty exhausted on day 3 and took a well deserved break for sunbathing. (Yet another spoiler alert for readers back home, drumroll please... I failed at tanning. I have potentially become paler.)

Amazing food (and aesthetic, obvs) at Lafew Cafe & Kombucha Bar

Our last night out was at Woolshed. Sorry Gilligan's, we love you, but Woolies is the better club. But of course, all nights could always be improved by a lil bit of sexist bingo.

Free drinks from Gilligan's... alas, not enough to make us enter the wet t-shirt contest

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