Look at that, there are things to do in New York like to go looking for a unicorn who also lives beyond Harlem. Boarded in the staunch prep city with the secret agenda of meeting with the legendary creature that dwells in The Cloisters (the Cloisters), the chapter medieval of the Metropolitan (Met), a place that I had resisted as there is little to desmano. I wanted to see one of the two unicorns, the most famous in the world to have a complete collection. Not thought out to exceed that of the Museum of Cluny in Paris, which is the famous and enigmatic Lady of the Unicorn, a Mona Lisa-medieval, and that is one of the images that most move me in this world, who can say what is their intoxicating magic. A swirl of beauty, sensuality, color and mystery that leaves you spiritually demolished as if you had fallen a ray into the soul. With the antecedent of the lady of paris, his unicorn and his puzzling message of “Mon seul desir”, the equine new yorker, who is single, no lady, it seemed to me less interesting, but I was itching curiosity.
As it was traveling in addition to see George R. R. Martin, the author of Game of Thrones, on the occasion of his new novel, which will filled with other mythical animals, dragons, everything seemed to have a wonderful consistency, though, I discovered —nothing is perfect— on the flight of the low cost of Norwegian do not give you or water. The meeting with Martin was very exciting and I not only was a plunge upon in the medieval West highway and the Seven Kingdoms, but to bring to me to sign my baqueteado copy of his novel Death of the light, a romp sentimental, as I met again with this rather melancholy story of a love and a rupture that takes place on a planet that is dying to get away from their suns.
the next morning I went to the Cloisters, at the northern end of Manhattan, a taxi driver from Bangladesh with which we talked passionately about the tigers-devourers of men of the Sunderband but I had no pajolera idea where he was the site. We don’t know how and I I went to the museum willing to give me a bath of the Middle ages, and to have fun looking for relationships with Game of Thrones. Didn’t cost me anything to do so. Input, the Cloisters are in the park, Tryon park, which I don’t deny that it sounds very Lannister. Then I saw within a plaque in recognition of Alice Tully, who was an opera singer, a philanthropist and the first cousin of Katharine Hepburn but whose surname is the same of the House Tully of Aguasdulces. I had a great time contemplating dragons, as the portal of the church of san Leonardo al Frigido, or the huge fresco of the benedictine monastery of Arlanza that seems ripped out of the palace of Targaryen, although I doubt anyone would have dared to take it from there. As is well known, The Cloisters brings together a splendid collection of medieval depredada; among other things, the elements with which it has rebuilt the four cloisters that give a name to (if you see José Angel Montañés gives an astonishment), and that he bought John D. Rockefeller’s son, a day that had loose money.
After delaying as much as possible the appointment to increase the strangeness, at the end I found myself beyond shocked at the Door of the Unicorn, a threshold sculpted from Auvergne and go to room 17 where is the famous legendary creature. The unicorn in the Cloisters is actually seven that are represented in a series of tapestries (seven also, though one does not exit, and in the other two), but Onwin the iconic —and one of the works of art most famous in the world— is the one that is represented alone, locked up in a paddock surrounded by flowers, and tied by a chain to a tree, a pomegranate tree. There are uncertainties and many unknowns about what represents the series of tapestries known as The hunt of the unicorn and created in Brussels between 1495 and 1505, almost at the same time that the equally-enigmatic lady of the unicorn (1480-90) —only once have been together for the two groups, in the winter of 1973-74 in Paris: it had to be an overdose of symbolism and beauty.
The unicorn, with its rare and saving horn —there is one in the room, narwhal-, is a symbol highly complex in that mix opposites as virginity and fertility, and referred to concepts such as the light, the dangerous and elusive; not to mention that the appendix in front is more phallic than the Trump Tower.
scholars (see The unicorn tapestries at the Metropolitan Museum of Art by Adolfo Salvatore Cavallo, 2016) believe that the tapestries of the Cloisters, that belonged to the La Rochefoucauld and were hung in the castle of Verteuil, except for the hairs of the Revolution, and covering a time planting potatoes, belong in reality to two different series together and that would address two different topics: a hunting mystical unicorn related with the Passion of Christ and another (much more fun) that would have to do with the love cortez and that the unicorn would be the lover. I don’t know, I’m not Panofsky, and the unicorn, with its rare and saving horn —there is one in the room, of narwhal, which was the animal that most inspired the belief in unicorns , is a symbol highly complex in that mix opposites as virginity and fertility, and referred to concepts such as the light, the dangerous and elusive; not to mention that the appendix in front is more phallic than the Trump Tower. But what I can say is that the contemplation of the tapestries leaves you blown away. It is one of the artistic experiences (and other) most stunning may have. Since then, as exciting as Paris. Something magical, supernatural, permeates these works, you are out of breath, and puts you on the verge of tears. It is also true that I was fasting with the exception of a few caramelized nuts shared with the taxi driver, which will certainly help to suffer an outbreak of acute syndrome of Stendhal.
The various illustrations of the hunting of the unicorn, some very bloody (but very connotadas sexually), with the animal struck by the spades of the hunters, and covered the snow-white body wound bleeding, and he himself disembowelling with their portentous horn to a dog, culminating in the tapestry of the unicorn prisoner, the costs to separate the eyes, such is its capacity of seduction. My subjective impression (if it is worth for something) is that the image alludes to a sort of sublimation of the sensuality that solves, by way of tying it short, impulses, dangerous, erotic, that represents the unicorn. It is believed that the tapestries were a wedding gift. The unicorn would symbolize that the vehemencias love polite, romantic, stay in a safe location with the chain of the marriage and the self-sacrifice of the libido. He looks quietly to the animal captive in your beautiful field of flowers; but as for me, I’ve leaned to his wild eyes, I don’t fiaría a hair.
