Let’s talk about Bosch.
He’s freaky. He’s murky. He’s that creepy weird guy who lives in a studio flat filled with refuse who probably keeps piles of records unordered in a closet and subsists off of weird things like low-fat yogurt and Cheetos.
Or, maybe, he’s a 16th century Dutch bad ass bursting with talent! In reality, Bosch left little for historians to track besides his hometown, s’-Hertogenbosch’s account books. I wish that people with this kind of imagination were actually documented or at least had the ego to write a bit on some scraps of vellum or make a weird ode to themselves so that we can remember their awesomeness.
Hieronymous Bosch’s triptych, The Garden of Earthly Delights is in the Museo del Prado in Madrid, Spain- check it out, it’s even more beautiful in person!