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Nydia, the Blind Flower Girl of Pompeii

"No place for a blind girl in a city of ash."

Jul 10, 2023

Close-up of the marble statue of Nydia, The Blind Flower Girl of Pompeii, made by Randolph Rogers, from her above her shoulders showing a young girl with closed eyes and a hand cupped around her right ear in a gesture suggesting it aids her hearing. Nydia’s face is directly facing the camera. The sculpture is in the American Wing Engelhard Sculpture Court at The Met, a skylit space with direct, dramatic natural light.

Because I am blind, I enjoy the incredible privilege of touching works of art in museums and am grateful for this opportunity to describe the experience to people who do not have this access. Also, because I am blind, I wanted to touch a representation of blindness: Nydia, the Blind Flower Girl of Pompeii (1853–54; carved 1859) by Randolph Rogers.

Image of the writer and professor Georgina Kleege, with her hands around the head of Nydia, The Blind Flower Girl of Pompeii, during a touch tour in the American Wing Engelhard Sculpture Court at The Met, a skylit space with direct natural light and the Façade of a 19th-century bank can be seen in the background. The image shows the back of the head of a grey-white-haired woman with medium long straight hair with a long-sleeved brownish purple sweater touching the face of an almost life-sized white marble statue of a young girl with her stretched-out hands, palms on the cheeks, and thumbs on the eyes and nose.

Georgina Kleege touching Nydia, the Blind Flower Girl of Pompeii1853–54; carved 1859. Photo by Emily Harr

For one thing, I want to know how the artist made her blindness show. Blindness is not always apparent in the eyes. The novelist Sir Edward Bulwer-Lytton, who created the character Nydia in his popular novel The Last Days of Pompeii (1834), made the point that her eyes were unmarked by blindness, without flaw, indistinguishable from sighted eyes. But here, the artist has to do something to make Nydia’s blindness distinguishable. Like other artists depicting blindness, such as Pablo Picasso, in his Blue Period painting The Blind Man’s Meal (1903), Rogers resorts to tropes that draw viewers’ attention to the eyes and hands. In Picasso’s painting, the man’s elongated fingers reach in a distinctive way to a jug on his right, while his deeply set, staring eyes are aimed the other way but do not seem to focus. Hands go one way, eyes go another. The viewer is meant to put these two factors together and arrive at the conclusion of blindness.

A diptych image divided by white space in the middle: On the left is a close-up of an almost life-sized white marble statue of Nydia, The Blind Flower Girl of Pompeii, emphasizing her face and expression where her closed eyes and parted lips are visible along with her hair flowing over her left shoulder. On the right is Picasso’s blind man's Meal, which shows a man with closed eyes and elongated fingers in profile sitting at a table with bread in his left hand, an empty bowl with his right hand touching it, a white cloth under his arm, and a vase all on a wooden table. The man is wearing a long sleeve shirt, a blue scarf tied in a knot at his neck, and a beret. The painting is done in a blue palette with a plain dark blue background behind the man.

Left: Detail of Nydia, the Blind Flower Girl of Pompeii1853–54; carved 1859. Right: Pablo Picasso (Spanish, 1881–1973). The Blind Man's Meal, 1903. Oil on canvas, 37 1/2 x 37 1/4 in. (95.3 x 94.6 cm). The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, Purchase, Mr. and Mrs. Ira Haupt Gift, 1950 (50.188) © 2023 Estate of Pablo Picasso / Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York

My first move on meeting Nydia is to go for her eyes. They are closed. Her upper and lower lids meet in a horizontal line slightly below the equator of her eyeball. This feels unusual. When I close my own eyes, the two lids meet at the lower edge of the eye socket. Do her eyes appear to protrude? Not really. I feel for her hands. Her right hand grips a staff, another standard signifier of blindness, though it is entangled in her flowing garment. It is her left hand and arm that really draws the attention here. Her arm crosses her body, and her hand reaches up to cup her left ear, the palm facing backward over her shoulder. This leads me to wonder at first if she is deaf or deaf-blind. The label says it represents her especially acute hearing, reiterating one of many myths about blindness: that the loss of one sense results in the augmentation of others. In the novel, it is not that she hears more or better than other people, just that she pays closer attention to sounds.

A diptych image divided by white space in the middle: On the left is Nydia, The Blind Flower Girl of Pompeii’s right-sided profile, an almost life-sized white marble sculpture showing a young girl from the torso up to her right side. Here Nydia is cupping her hand to her right ear with her eyes closed, her hair is tied together, and her robe is falling below her breast. On the right is a close-up image of Nydia’s feet and ankles in dramatic lighting against the circular white marble base of the sculpture. The staff she carries and a fallen column on the right side of her feet slightly peek out between her feet.

Details of Nydia, the Blind Flower Girl of Pompeii1853–54; carved 1859  

In any case, the pose is arresting. Why not cup her left ear with her left hand? The viewer must stop and stare, ask what she’s doing. Or more immediately, where is she going? Because she is definitely on the move. Her back is inclined forward at a steep angle. Her right leg strides forward, while her left pushes off, her left pinky toe already peeled off the ground with the others extending on the way to follow. There is a line of energy that spirals up from her left heel, past her elbow and forearm and around back over her right shoulder. At the same time, the drapery seems to be swirling in the opposite direction, encircling her staff and whirling around to her left, clinging to her torso and billowing out in thick folds. There must be a lot of wind, both from the rush of her movement and from the volcanic eruption playing out around her—smoke, flames, molten lava flowing, boiling water spewing, Pompeiians fleeing.

What moment of the story did the artist want to capture here? Nydia strides forward and listens backward. In the novel, she leads Glaucous and Ione, the stars of the story, to safety. She knows her way around, has been navigating the whole city of Pompeii all her life. She is undaunted by low visibility. And she is in love with Glaucous, has loved him even before he rescued her from her cruel enslavers. She loves him enough that she is even saving the woman he loves, who would be Nydia’s rival, if she weren’t enslaved, or a servant, or whatever she is in this strictly ordered world.

An image of the almost life-sized marble white sculpture Nydia, the blind flower girl of Pompeii, of her lower half and her flowing drapery taken in the American Wing Engelhard Sculpture Court at The Met, a skylit space with direct, dramatic natural light. Her feet are visible at the round base of the sculpture, along with a fallen Corinthian column and her staff along her right food. There are steps in the background of the shot.

Detail of Nydia, the Blind Flower Girl of Pompeii1853–54; carved 1859

Nydia only thinks of saving Glaucous. She strides forward; he follows, half carrying his beloved. They are separated by the fleeing crowds. Nydia is almost to the harbor where she could save herself, but she goes back, fighting the panicked throngs, finding the place where they became separated, and then eventually the portico of a temple on the verge of collapse where the couple cowers. She strides forward and listens backward. Her staff extends behind her, wrapped in all that drapery, but it has done its job, having detected the fallen capitol beside her right foot. I note that there is an awful lot of drapery. If she were standing still, this dress would swamp her.

A diptych image divided by white space in the middle: On the left is a close-up shot of Nydia’s slightly raised white marble back left foot in dramatic lighting at the edge of the round base of the sculpture. On the right is a profile close-up shot of Nydia taken from the left side that is illuminated by the sun highlighting the smooth white marble of the sculpture and the hair flowing over her left shoulder and arm.

Details of Nydia, the Blind Flower Girl of Pompeii1853–54; carved 1859

But she is all motion, all intention. Unlike Picasso’s blue blind man who is isolated and mournful, she is courageous, resourceful, utterly determined. She is so young, often called a child in the novel. Her limbs are very smooth and rounded, not plump exactly, but without bony protrusions at the elbow or knee. Her feet are unmarred by callouses or bunions. Her left foot feels tender in my hand, with only a few faint creases across the sole. It makes me wince to think of the disaster underfoot: broken tiles, splintered wood, smoldering embers. Her face is unlined, with only the faintest crease of anxiety across her forehead. Her lips are slightly parted. Perhaps she’s breathing hard from the exertion. More likely she’s calling out his name, “Glaucous! Glau-cous!”

A diptych image divided by white space in the middle: On the left is a close-up shot of a marble top of a white marble Corinthian column with floral decorations next to Nydia's right foot. The lighting brightly illuminates the design of the column. On the left is a close-up shot of Nydia's right hand holding a bamboo staff with her drapery flowing around the staff in dramatic lighting, exposing the top of her upper torso.

Details of Nydia, the Blind Flower Girl of Pompeii1853–54; carved 1859

There’s a lot of detail here for the blind beholder’s fingers, a lot of virtuosic carving. Regularly spaced horizontal lines all down her staff suggest bamboo. The carving of the fallen Corinthian capitol is crisp and precise. There is a delicate pattern edging the neckline of her robe, perhaps an embroidered ribbon, and the strands of hair that have escaped her large bun curl and twist around her neck. In one of the billowing folds of her robe, I detect traces of some damage to the marble, a line of a rougher texture, possibly a plaster repair. 

It feels wrong, however, to dwell on these details. I find I cannot follow my usual orderly sequence for touching a sculpture. I rush because she is rushing. I want to move with and around her. When I try to assume her pose, I fall forward. I want to grab hold of her, dig in my heels and stop her, because I know how this story ends. Yes, she will save Glaucous and Ione. She will get the three of them on a ship bound for Athens. But then, as everyone collapses in exhausted sleep, she will realize that there is no future for her. Glaucous and Ione will marry and convert to Christianity, which the novel proclaims as the ultimate happy ending. But what can Nydia hope to be in their household? She can’t go forward, but she can’t stay in her ruined city. No place for a blind flower girl in a city of ash. While sailors and refugees sleep, Nydia slips silently into the sea and drowns. 

Image of the writer and professor Georgina Kleege, with her hands around the head of Nydia, The Blind Flower Girl of Pompeii, during a touch tour in the American Wing Engelhard Sculpture Court at The Met, a skylit space with direct, dramatic natural light. The image depicts the profile of a grey-white-haired woman with medium long straight hair with a long-sleeved brownish purple sweater touching the face of an almost life-sized white marble statue of a young girl. Her left hand is on the top of the sculpture's head, and her right thumb is touching the forehead. Two decorative artworks are installed into the wall in the background: one stained glass window and a fireplace.

Georgina Kleege touching Nydia, the Blind Flower Girl of Pompeii1853–54; carved 1859. Photo by Emily Harr

But she doesn’t know that now. Or maybe she does, which makes it even harder to take. She strides forward and listens backward. She calls his name. I conflate what I’m feeling emotionally with what I’m feeling under my hands. Her whole story is crystalized in this moment of marble. I cup her face in both my hands. “Save yourself, Nydia,” I want to tell her. “This man will never love you as you want to be loved. You will always be like a child to him, a freed slave, a kind of pet.” But I have nothing to say to her that will help, nothing that will give her a different future, nothing that will stop her as she strides forward to her own doom.

 


 

Marquee: Randolph Rogers (American, 1825–92). Nydia, the Blind Flower Girl of Pompeii, 1853–54; carved 1859. Marble, 54 x 25 1/4 x 37 in. (137.2 x 64.1 x 94 cm). The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, Gift of James, Douglas, 1899 (99.7.2)

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