At the beginning of the Fifteenth Century, Gentile da Fabriano[4]
painted an _Adoration of the Magi_,[5] in which the faithful representation of contemporary scenes is again found. The Virgin, completely enveloped in a large blue cloak, is seated in front of the stable, with her head piously inclined towards her Son whom she is regarding with tender gaze. St. Joseph is at her side and behind her are two young women who are holding and admiring the gifts offered to the Saviour. The infant Jesus has laid his hand on the head of the oldest of the Magi, who, prostrated, kisses his feet with devotion. The two other Kings are much younger than the first one. They are presenting their offerings to the Son of G.o.d, and are about to lay their crowns before him. Then follows the retinue of these Magi; and in this throng, where may be counted at least seventy figures on foot and on horseback, of all ranks, of all ages, and of all sizes, it is easy to recognize a trace of those popular festivals inst.i.tuted in the preceding century. Despite some slight Oriental disguises, one may easily recognize the bearing, the general features, and the costumes of the Italy of the first years of the Fifteenth Century. Gentile was also pleased to add to the "superb chargers" mentioned by Lattuda, all kinds of animals, especially the apes that the Milanese loved to include in their pompous processions.
Finally, in the background of this picture he has painted the embattled walls of a Guelph city with two ma.s.sive gates; the one through which the Magi have entered, the other through which they will take their departure. Is there anything here, either in the foreground or the background that suggests Jerusalem? Do you not notice rather a resemblance to the fortifications of Milan, with the Porta Romana and the Porta San-Lorenzo?
[Ill.u.s.tration: ADORATION OF THE MAGI.
_Fabriano_.]
After having painted the frescoes of the Cathedral of Orvieto, Gentile lived for a long time in the north of Italy, particularly in Venice. It is very likely that while there, closer to the Orient and more especially nearer to Milan, he painted his _Adoration of the Magi_. We may then certainly consider this as a faithful portrayal of one of those public ceremonials, which without doubt he had witnessed, and in which he had most likely partic.i.p.ated. Only, ignoring the pa.s.sions and violence of the period, he left everywhere in this painting the imprint of his own gentle and tender nature. We know that Michael Angelo remarked of Gentile that his name was in perfect harmony with the tone of his works. None of them can more thoroughly convince us of the justice of this observation than this picture. From the Virgin herself to the most humble of the servants of the Magi, and indeed even to the animals, that beautiful soul which had for its servant a talent replete with delicacy and suavity may be traced.[6]
_Les Vierges de Raphael_ (Paris, 1869).
FOOTNOTES:
[4] One of the founders of the Roman School.
[5] This painting is in the gallery of the Accademia delle Belle Arti, Florence. At its base on one side one may read: OPVS: GENTILIS, DE: FABRIANO; and on the other side: MCCCC.X.X.III: MENSIS: MAII.
[6] In a predella below this picture may be seen _The Adoration of the Shepherds_ and _The Flight into Egypt_. Gentile da Fabriano also painted an _Adoration of the Magi_ at San-Domenico, Perugia. This second picture is of less value than the one at the Accademia delle Belle Arti in Florence.
PORTRAIT OF GEORG GISZE
(_HOLBEIN_)
ANTONY VALABReGUE
When Holbein returned to London towards the end of 1531, leaving Basle, where he had worked for nearly three years, he found himself immediately occupied with several portraits of the merchants of the Hanseatic League. During his first sojourn in England, he had painted the chancellor, Sir Thomas More, his protector and friend, and he had traced the features of several members of the aristocracy. On his return, circ.u.mstances for his gaining access to the court were less favourable.
Henry VIII. was obeying his own good pleasure and satisfying all his caprices, and the chancellor was holding aloof, and could not exert his influence. Holbein did not now possess the t.i.tle of Painter to the King, consequently he had to consider himself happy in obtaining the favour of his compatriots.
The German merchants had formed themselves into a powerful a.s.sociation; they found themselves united in a kind of city, which went by the name of Stahlhof. There they had their Guildhall, their Bourse, the place where their affairs were managed and which contained their stores of merchandise, and their counting-houses. It was a separate quarter, where each one could also have his own dwelling.
The company was opulent; the industry of the members of the Hanseatic League was chiefly in iron and the precious metals; among them were armourers, watch-makers, and goldsmiths. In the Stahlhof, called in English the Steelyard, and which the founders themselves had designated the Palace of Steel, was to be noted a certain opulence and pursuit of comfort which is to be found in all ages. After having finished their business, the merchants formed a social circle of their own. They had a festival-hall of their own, and they could walk about in s.p.a.cious gardens which extended along the banks of the Thames.
Among these representatives of high finance a painter might find a choice _clientele_ that would never care about the price of an order. We know that Holbein painted the portraits of many of these rich merchants, for to-day we find these canvases, whose authenticity has been established, in Museums and important collections. We may therefore suppose that the German merchants appreciated Holbein at his true value; doubtless they disputed the honour of having their features reproduced by a master of such remarkable talent.
The portrait of Georg Gisze, which is before our readers, is certainly the finest work of this series. When we saw this masterly work in the Museum of Berlin, to which it belongs, it left an indelible impression upon us which we still feel at this distance. It is incontestably a masterpiece from every point of view; in the Gallery there is but one other picture of the same kind which may be compared to it, a painting which suggests a parallel in a single detail,--_The Man with the Pinks_, by Van Eyck.
[Ill.u.s.tration: PORTRAIT OF GEORG GISZE.
_Holbein._]
Holbein has represented Georg Gisze in his mercantile office, at a table, holding a letter which he is about to open, and surrounded by small objects, articles for which he has use in his business and in his every-day life. This man appears before us in a marvellous pose, among these material surroundings and in this professional scene. Observe his calm att.i.tude and his almost placid physiognomy: we notice, however, the firm and decided air of a wealthy and elegant merchant. And, at the same time, we are sure that the type represented here is not of sudden growth: everything about him reveals intelligence.
Georg Gisze is young; the painter has told us his name and his age in an inscription on the wall: he is thirty-four. We do not lack information about him. We like him under that air of youthful seriousness; we see upon his face that dawning gravity in which the blossom of feeling already exists, but its plenitude and maturity are still to come. And in attentively examining our personage we are struck with his reflective and searching glance. We seem to have a glimpse in him of an undefined melancholy. This expression surprises us in this man, who ought to be happy at living and who lacks no pleasures that Fortune can procure.
This is a state of mind which is indicated to us, moreover, by a motto traced above his name on one of the walls of his office: _Nulla sine maerore voluptas_. Why this thought? Is it purely emblematic, or does it contain an allusion to some private matter? We are led to believe that it is intended as a complementary explanation, that it was placed upon the picture because it was in sympathy with a train of ideas special to the model. Perhaps it recalls some domestic sorrow, the lively grief left by an absent one, or by some eternal separation. A moral mystery, which seems to us very attractive, hovers around Georg Gisze.
He has long fair hair confined beneath a black cap; his smooth-shaven face is rather thin. He wears a rich costume, a pourpoint of cerise silk with puffed sleeves, and, over this pourpoint, a cloak of black wool lined with fur. The table on which he is leaning is covered with a Persian rug, and, beside the various objects scattered upon it, you notice a bunch of carnations in an artistically wrought Venetian gla.s.s.
These carnations, like the motto, awake in us an image, a poetical reminiscence. Sentiment, Germanic in its essence, mingled with dreams and vague ideals, is introduced into this merchant"s office.
The master has fully displayed with supreme power, and with all the resources of his art, the colours of the costume, the paleness of the face, and the freshness of the flesh standing out from the background of green panels. He has played with all the various tones of the accessories, book and registers, inkstand, watch, and scales for weighing the gold. Every detail, with no link missing, contributes to form the perfect harmony of the whole.
We cannot too greatly admire the singular clearness and extraordinary precision with which the artist has placed in relief every detail that can make a figure live and render a work essentially eloquent.[7]
People have tried to make out that Georg Gisze was a merchant of Basle.
He would then have been of the race connected most closely with the Master"s life. This opinion has been discussed by Woltmann, Holbein"s historian. The superscriptions on the sufficiently numerous letters, which are reproduced in this painting, must be especially noticed; they are written in an ancient dialect which seems rather to be that of central Germany.[8]
Jouin, _Chefs-d"oeuvre: Peinture, Sculpture, Architecture_ (Paris, 1895-97).
FOOTNOTES:
[7] In one corner of the picture is found this inscription with its Latin distich:
Imaginem Georgii Gysenii Ista refert vultus, qua cernis Imago Georgi Sic oculos vivos, sic habet ille genas.
Anno aetatis suae x.x.xIII.
Anno dom. 1532.
[8] We read on one of these letters: _Dem erszamen Jergen Gisze to Lunden in Engelant, mynem broder to handen._
PARADISE
(_TINTORET_)
JOHN RUSKIN
The chief reason why we all know the _Last Judgment_ of Michael Angelo, and not the _Paradise_ of Tintoret, is the same love of sensation which makes us read the _Inferno_ of Dante, and not his _Paradise_; and the choice, believe me, is our fault, not his; some farther evil influence is due to the fact that Michael Angelo had invested all his figures with picturesque and palpable elements of effect, while Tintoret has only made them lovely in themselves and has been content that they should deserve, not demand, your attention.
You are accustomed to think the figures of Michael Angelo sublime--because they are dark, and colossal, and involved, and mysterious--because, in a word, they look sometimes like shadows, and sometimes like mountains, and sometimes like spectres, but never like human beings. Believe me, yet once more, in what I told you long since--man can invent nothing n.o.bler than humanity. He cannot raise his form into anything better than G.o.d made it, by giving it either the flight of birds or strength of beasts, by enveloping it in mist, or heaping it into mult.i.tude. Your pilgrim must look like a pilgrim in a straw hat, or you will not make him into one with c.o.c.kle and nimbus; an angel must look like an angel on the ground, as well as in the air; and the much-denounced pre-Raphaelite faith that a saint cannot look saintly unless he has thin legs, is not more absurd than Michael Angelo"s, that a Sibyl cannot look Sibylline unless she has thick ones.
[Ill.u.s.tration: PARADISE.
_Tintoret._]
All that shadowing, storming, and coiling of his, when you look into it, is mere stage decoration, and that of a vulgar kind. Light is, in reality, more awful than darkness--modesty more majestic than strength; and there is truer sublimity in the sweet joy of a child, or the sweet virtue of a maiden, than in the strength of Antaeus, or thunder-clouds of aetna.
Now, though in nearly all his greater pictures, Tintoret is entirely carried away by his sympathy with Michael Angelo, and conquers him in his own field;--outflies him in motion, outnumbers him in mult.i.tude, outwits him in fancy, and outflames him in rage,--he can be just as gentle as he is strong: and that _Paradise_, though it is the largest picture in the world, without any question, is also the thoughtfullest, and most precious.
The Thoughtfullest!--it would be saying but little, as far as Michael Angelo is concerned.
For consider it of yourselves. You have heard, from your youth up (and all educated persons have heard for three centuries), of this _Last Judgment_ of his, as the most sublime picture in existence.
The subject of it is one which should certainly be interesting to you in one of two ways.
If you never expect to be judged for any of your own doings, and the tradition of the coming of Christ is to you as an idle tale--still, think what a wonderful tale it would be, were it well told. You are at liberty, disbelieving it, to range the fields--Elysian and Tartarean, of all imagination. You may play with it, since it is false; and what a play would it not be, well written? Do you think the tragedy, or the miracle play, or the infinitely Divina Commedia of the Judgment of the astonished living who were dead;--the undeceiving of the sight of every human soul, understanding in an instant all the shallow and depth of past life and future,--face to face with both,--and with G.o.d:--this apocalypse to all intellect, and completion to all pa.s.sion, this minute and individual drama of the perfected history of separate spirits, and of their finally accomplished affections!--think you, I say, all this was well told by mere heaps of dark bodies curled and convulsed in s.p.a.ce, and fall as of a crowd from a scaffolding, in writhed concretions of muscular pain?