Professor Butter Beard’s Glow of Fra Angelico
I know I am not alone when I admit that it has been a challenge this season to sustain an internal glow. But it is still there. I see it when I arrive home and my dog’s smiling face is lit as he watches for me from the front window. It is there when the bedroom window warms to pink and red and finally gold as the sun rises in the morning. You can feel it as you peak into the oven and see a loaf of sourdough rising in the moist heat. And it is there every time I see a painting by Fra Angelico.
Fra Angelico was born Guido di Pietro near the end of the 14th century in the Tuscan area of Mugello near Florence. At the age of twenty, he became a monk, an Observant Dominican, and switched his name to Fra (frater or brother) Giovanni. We know the artist as Fra Angelico, due to his ability to “paint like an angel.” According to Paul Richard, Fra Angelico was a mendicant after taking his vows of poverty. He had no possessions or property. He lived and meditated in a private cell, ate in the monastery refectory and the money he earned painting was turned over to his order. And oh, could that monk paint!
His images were quiet meditations on beauty as the divine. Trained initially as a manuscript illuminator, Fra Angelico would paint deep spaces with simple stories to be seen only by his monk brothers as they meditated and prayed. He would begin by sanding a wooden panel smooth, coating it with a gypsum paste and then painting with egg-based tempera in shades of warm pinks, blues and reds. He would then cover large areas of the surface with thin gold leaf which he would stamp and tap with small metal punches to create intricate designs within the gilded halos and wings. As the monk’s candles flickered during private meditation, the images would dance and twinkle with a golden glow.
The blood oranges in my upside-down cake remind me of the halos Fra Angelico created for his saints and angels. The oranges bake and intensity their flavor in the caramel syrup and then glisten like gilded ornaments over the warm spice cake. The glow is there. We just need to encourage it and then share it with each other.