
Madrid
This past Saturday, in anticipation of Three Kings Day, I headed up to the Prado Museum hoping to see all the paintings of the adoration of the Magi in its collection. I drew up a list, marked up a museum floor plan, and hopped on the bus.
Crisscrossing the vast halls and floors, I saw numerous paintings and triptychs that captured the scene but the highlights included a sumptuous and powerful baroque depiction by Peter Paul Rubens that wowed me with its scale and theatricality. And I deeply admired the more intimate yet dignified depiction that Velázquez painted when he was only twenty years old using his infant daughter and wife as inspiration.
But between the Rubens and Velázquez galleries, I happened to pass by a painting by Bartolomé Esteban Murillo on a similar but distinct theme that I had not planned to view that day.

It’s the depiction not of the Magi kneeling before the baby Jesus but of humble shepherds fawning over the infant. Instead of frankincense, gold, and myrrh, the three peasants brought a lamb, some hens, and a basket of eggs. Their faces are rugged but full of tenderness. The painting was clearly rendered as a humble counterpart to the Adoration of the Magi, and it highlights simple human connection over grandeur. I was so moved by it that I decided to come back the next day to see the museum’s paintings of the adoration of the shepherds.
So the next morning, I followed the same routine. Counting only paintings and not triptychs or altarpieces, I believe there are at least as many depictions of the adoration of the shepherds as there are of the Magi.
Art historians argue that for centuries wealthy families sometimes liked to commission paintings of the Magi to reflect their own social status. Paintings of the adoration of shepherds became popular at the end of the 16th century as taste in art turned toward more pastoral, humble, and emotional themes.
In addition to the Murillo, my other favorite paintings of the adoration of the shepherds are by Juan Bautista Maíno and El Greco. El Greco’s depiction is spectacular for the way he mixes tenderness with wonder and excitement. The light emanating from the baby bathes all who gaze upon him. This was the last painting El Greco ever produced.
But my absolute favorite of the day was a more humble painting by someone with whom I was not familiar, Juan Bautista Maíno, a Spanish Dominican friar born in the 16th century. While lacking the elegance of a Murillo or the emotional expressiveness of El Greco, there’s a clarity and straightforwardness to Maíno and the faces of the most prominently represented shepherd–as well as the angels above him–are filled with wonder and joy. But what makes this painting sing is the depiction of a figure who generally plays a minor role in this scene, St. Joseph. Here Jesus’ dad is leaning over him and gently holding and kissing his rather chunky forearm. His face is not filled with awe or devotion or wonder but instead reflects paternal love and attentiveness.

By the time I left the museum in the afternoon to head to lunch, I was smiling at the thought of my own little epiphany. I had come to the Prado expecting to be moved by images of wise men humbled by the sight of a divine child. I left even more moved and inspired by much humbler images of human connection and love.

