A day at the Uffizi

Earlier this week, Riley, Will, Josh, Kate, Jacey, Lance , Christian and I visited the Uffizi. Most people in our group weren’t incredibly pumped for the museum, but it was one of the parts of the trip I’d been most looking forward to. As a huge fan of art (especially art around the Renaissance period), this museum was one of the highlights of the trip for me.

Walking into the Uffizi, I immediately saw a painting by Diego Velasquez, one I recognized from my Art History class in high school. We then saw two of my favorite paintings by Botticelli, the famous Venus de Urbino by Titian, and three paintings by Caravaggio, my favorite artist of all time.
When I walked into the room with Caravaggio’s paintings, my stomach jumped. As cheesy as it sounds, I felt like a fan girl meeting a star. Caravaggio isn’t just my favorite artist for his phenomenal style, but also for the way his style changed the art world. Before Caravaggio, art was focused on perfection and making everything seem light and happy. I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty sure Jesus didn’t have a six pack while he was getting crucified, especially seeing as he lived in a time period before gym memberships. Caravaggio changed all that by showing things as they really were. I love the way he brought art back down to earth, and so getting to see his work in person blew my mind. My favorite of his paintings at the Uffizi, Young Bacchus, showed a cherub-like Bacchus holding moldy fruit with dirt under his fingernails. The level of detail was incredible, and even better up close than in any textbooks I’d read.

I was incredibly thankful for my experience at the Uffizi, and on that note I’d like to give a quick shoutout. Thanks to Will, Riley, and Kate for sticking with me in the museum and letting me stare way too long at paintings that didn’t matter much to any of you. And, more importantly, thanks for asking me questions about the art and artists we saw and making an effort to care about something really important to me. I enjoyed laughing at all the horribly proportioned baby Jesus-es with you all, and having intellectual discussions about why certain pieces were done the way that they were. My experience in Florence wouldn’t have been the same without all of your support and interest in my passions. I can’t wait to do it all again with the art in Rome!