Halloween with Hieronymous

What sort of night full of spooks, thrills, screams, (or for some of us, exams and sleep) would be complete without some supremely creepy details from The Garden of Earthly Delights? Hieronymous Bosch’s triptych has its right and final panel descending into the depths of Hell, a rather dark and sulfuric place that is full of torture, inevitable death, and the surreal.

Also, just on a side note, I’m drinking one of those giant obnoxious cans of tea or lemonade or whatever. I only bought it because I am in a cafe with wicked fast internet and unfortunately this is the only thing that remotely tempted me. And now i have this ridiculously large tin of tea/lemonade/whatever and I feel rather silly. Who needs 24 oz. of this stuff all at once?!

 

The Garden of Earthly Delights: Hieronymous Bosch’s Gift to the World

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!