W
e can all mar-
vel at Cara-
vaggio, the
r a c e h o r s e :
his dark, sinewy propulsion; all
that sculpted musculature. To
Zuzanna Lupa, however, the aes-
thetic appeal of the outstanding
European juvenile of last sum-
mer is aptly compounded by his
name. One informs the other.
For the paintings of Caravaggio
were critical to the development
of the sensibility that first drew
Lupa to the nobility of the thor-
oughbred – and, subsequently,
to the challenge of capturing its
essence in a single moment.
