This is another in the series Happily Whipping Jesus, which is about bdsm in religious art. Mostly Christian art, but I’ll bring in examples from the art of other religions as I find them. The earlier posts can be found here and here.
Anyway, here are some more images of the Penitent Magdalena, who Medieval Christians decided was a sex worker, which for various reasons is highly improbable, even if you accept the Bible as a reliable source for … well, anything, really. She is supposed to have spent the years after Jesus’ death living in a cave and whipping herself, when the desire took her. Er, the desire to purify herself. But see the fourth of today’s images.
1 Here’s Mary Magdalena with a whip of thorns. (It’s a coiled whip, not Jesus’ crown of thorns. If the crown of thorns had been that big it would have slipped down past his ears and hung round his neck, causing embarrassment all round.) She contemplates it with a certain solemn anticipation.
She’s bared her breasts (1) so she can more effectively lash her own back and (2) the artist can paint some very pleasant tits.
The artist is Giovanni Francesco.
Or at least the original was. This is a copy made by another, unknown artist, for display in some Italian piazza. I think the image is a little too … distracting to have been used in a church.
2 Here’s one by Guido Reni, who may be my favourite Italian Renaissance painter. This is an image in which Magdalena’s hand is holding a swatch of her own hair, which looks like a whip, though when you look closer you see there isn’t a whip there. (Other Italian painters did the same thing, with Magdalena.)
But the bared breasts and the sensuous expression echo the pose and the emotional and sexual feeling of the more explicit paintings where Magdalena’s whip is shown.
3. In this image she’s in mid-whipping, stripped to the waist. Note the eyes focussed on the image of her Master, the little Jesus on a crucifix.
In this image she’s stripped to the waist, though the artist didn’t have the nerve to paint her saintly breasts. Instead we get her arm wielding the little scourge.
The artist is Giovanni Barbieri, known as “Guercino”, I’m afraid that in my humble opinion he isn’t really very good.
4 This one exemplified the way that artists liked to use Maria Magdalena. She’s a religious figure and also a sexual one.
In a way the penitent Magdalene hearkens back to the ancient Greek and Roman flagellation cults, with that mixture of “spiritual” setting, extreme emotional arousal, and sexual arousal, which is found in a number of Christian saints. Here she is in a state of ecstasy, which you could call religious or you could call mid-orgasmic.
It looks like an orgasm, a good one, to me.
Or, if you think (as I do) that older kinds of religion are being mixed here with the more dour and anti-sex Christian tradition, you could say it’s both.
By the way, the skull she’s pressing against her lower belly is, tradition says, the skull of the late Jesus of Nazareth.
Is that healthy? Not really, but it is psychologically interesting.
The artist is (tip of the hat and thanks to Gretel, in the comments) Guido Cagnacci, 1663.
Guido Reni, painter of people mostly looking upwards. I like his MM.
I did a Google image search on #4 and got Guido Cagnacci, La Maddalena Svenuta, 1663, as the result. The Flickr photo I found first was labelled “la petite mort”, which I’d agree is probably accurate. Because her right hand is fully relaxed and there’s no sign of tension in the neck, I’d say she’s just post-orgasm.
Thank you! I lost my note on who did that last painting.
Actually, Guido Cagnacci does enjoy painting a naked woman, it can’t be denied. His Death of Cleopatra is excellent. (Although there’s no sense that his Cleo is anything but alive and well; and his model has excellent breasts.)
There’s another Cagnacci coming up soon. In this series.
As for Guido Reni, when Shelley lived in Rome, he felt that he’d happily get rid of all the stuff the Italians did, and restore the ancient Roman streets, artwork and architecture; but if that happened he’d miss the paintings of Guido Reni. Nothing else, though.
I like Reni’s painting of Beatrice Cenci a lot.
Oddly enough, people who knew Shelley said it was an amazing, uncanny likeness of Shelley himself. There’s no good portrait, though the Amelia Curran painting is in the National Portrait Gallery in London. But his friends thought the Reni painting was much more like him than the Curran portrait.