Martha Fleming-Ives



i remember the first time i ever saw a madonna del latte. we were visiting siena. walking around the duomo. how sensual, how strange. i remember thinking. i was used to the depiction of mary and child that i had seen only 20 minutes prior in the cathedral’s museum. duccio’s maesta. there, mary holds jesus like a queen upon a throne. surrounded by saints, but looking so forlorn. no, this experience was something much different. here, mary is a mother. jesus is her baby. he cups her breast. she gazes down upon him. this is mad love.