My recent three day trip to Florence was a delightful immersion in the great classics of the Renaissance. The main problem is, of course, knowing where to look - another Donatello or should we decamp to Santa Trinita or climb the Duomo or is it time for another espresso at Cafe Rivoire?
Such are the dilemmas when you are free and in Florence. Our visit to the Bargello was an obvious highlight: early in the morning we were the first arrivals and had Donatello's and Verocchio's Davids all to ourselves.With no one else in the room except for a couple of guards, I got so close to Donatello's David, I could see my breath momentarily stain his boots.
But of all the magnificent frescoes and paintings, great and small, it was this painting, in the Uffizi that struck the deepest cord within me.
It is a very small painting, probably by Massacio - the Tickling Madonna. Somehow the intimacy of the gesture, for me at least, was wholly unexpected. During this period, when humankind became the measure of all things, even the divine is brought down from the high heavens and made human (and the human is made divine). And here we see the divine, in the form of the Blessed Virgin and the infant Jesus involved in a gesture that signifies something that humans, but also other animals, engage in - play; the mother playfully tickles her child.
Your mother did it to you and even the Mother of God, the Queen of the Heavens, did it to her divine son. As she touches him gently in the folds of his neck and he grasps her hands, she gazes down at him lovingly, yet with sadness.
Jesus was tickled by his mum, that's the message that Masaccio unexpectedly revealed to me from across the centuries, one sunny winter's morning in the Uffizi Gallery.
Forgive the pun, but this painting touched me.
Saturday, March 9, 2013
Sunday, March 3, 2013
The selfishness of bankers has its uses
Tommaso Portinari |
But Portinari had two qualities that made him different from
the executives who today lead the likes of Barclays, UBS, Bank of America and
HSBC. For one thing, as far as I know, he never got involved in criminal activity.
Unlike the HSBC for instance, he never knowingly laundered money for terrorists
and Mexican drug dealers; unlike Barclays and the UBS, he never illegally
cheated in the international lending market; unlike the UBS and Bank of
America, he didn’t lie when it came to taxes. So maybe, after all, he would
have had some problems fitting in in today’s banking culture.
Another thing that set him aside from the business school
graduates who ru(i)n our financial world today: he had excellent taste. His
interest in the arts resulted in a number of masterpieces, the greatest being
the Portinari Alterpiece by Hugo van der Goes, housed today in the Uffizi Gallery in Florence.
Portinari Altarpiece |
Hugo van der Goes was a Flemish master who lived from 1440
to 1482. Born in Ghent, he was a lay monk in the order of the Red Cloister. His
conviction that he was damned led him to sometimes use violence against himself,
and he may have died as a consequence of a particularly vicious bout of banging
his own head against a brick wall. His
mental instability, and his membership of a religious order, however, didn’t
keep him out of the limelight, and he was one of the most famous and feted artists of the age. While living in Bruges, Tommasso Portinari
commissioned van der Goes to paint the altarpiece.
It was the largest Flemish triptych ever painted. Portinari
had it shipped to Pisa and from there it took 16 men to carry it to Florence. Its
arrival in Tuscany was like an aesthetic assault from the North and its
influence was felt in the work of a number of Italian renaissance artists.
Today it hangs opposite Botticelli’s The Birth of Venus – two masterpieces, but
very different from each other.
Van der Goes depicts the birth of Jesus, as revealed in the
vision of St. Bridget of Sweden: “Mary took off her cloak and veil, let her
hair loose, knelt in prayer; suddenly the new-born lay in front of her in a
shaft of light”. In other words, no placenta or blood needs to be included, or any other reminder of
what an actual birth involves. Instead,
the baby simply appears lying on the ground.
Portinari Altarpiece: Central panel |
But Mary doesn’t look all too
happy. The ground around baby Jesus has
been beaten flat, a bit like the ground upon which villagers beat or thresh the
wheat. And of course, the symbol of
Jesus is bread, that is, wheat. Some day in the future he will take bread and
say: “This is my body”. So what we are seeing here is not so much a birth
scene, but a sacrificial scene. This
baby will be sacrificed, and the mother somehow knows it. This baby will grow
to be a man, will become God incarnated in the body of man and on the eve of
his ultimate sacrifice he will announce that the bread is his body, and he will
order his friends to “take it and eat it”. So, what van der Goes has painted is
not just a birth scene but a sacrificial scene that is almost cannibalistic.
This baby will be eaten in the form of the blessed Eucharist. In fact, the
Portinari Altarpiece shows us the first ever sacrament of the blessed Eucharist.
If we are in any doubt, look at the angel who stares back at us and use his
hand to welcome us to partake. He is
dressed in the robes of an archdeacon and his robe bears the words “Sanctus,
Sanctus, Sanctus” – “Holy, Holy, Holy”, the words recited at mass when blessing the
bread that will become the body of Jesus, and will then be eaten by the congregation.
Portinari Altarpiece: detail |
Portinari Altarpiece: detail |
Portinari Altarpiece: detail |
Of course this painting has a lot more to it, and I haven’t
even mentioned the side panels. But it should be clear that Van der Goes has
given us a painting that is not only beautiful, but incredibly rich in meaning.
He himself was a torn soul. He has left us no self-portrait. But I think this
central panel is the closest we have to a self-portrait. It represents Van der
Goes’ agonized mind, a mind devoted to all that is holy and good while being
tormented by the wickedness that he sees within himself and the conviction that
he deserves damnation rather than salvation.
It is no wonder that Mary does not greet the birth of her child with
joy, but rather with ambiguity, suspecting the pain that is stored in the
future.
Without Tomasso Portinari’s wealth and vanity we would never
have had this marvelous work of art. Which goes to show, in the great scheme of
things, that the selfishness of bankers might have its uses after all.
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