“As the mature man's skill and sophistication are gradually stripped away, we realize how remarkable his [Raphael’s] career really was, and how utterly unlikely: how many factors, how much hard work and ruthless self-criticism, combined to transform a promising young painter into an artistic entrepreneur of a kind that Italy had never seen before: painter; architect; designer of jewelry, sculpture, and graphics; pioneer of historical preservation; artistic theorist.”—Univ. of Notre Dame professor of architecture and history Ingrid Rowland, “The Virtuoso,” The New York Review of Books, Aug. 20, 2020
I never got around back on April 6 to take note of the
500th anniversary of the death of Raffaello Sanzio da Urbino, a.k.a.
Raphael. Unlike contemporaries Leonardo da Vinci or Michelangelo, he
never had the chance to live to late middle age or even old age, having passed
away on his 37th birthday.
Maybe it’s better that I didn’t write about it then,
because I might have felt less inclined to consider Ms. Rowland’s appreciation of
Raphael’s legacy in The New York Review of Books. She hails not only his
“natural facility” as a painter (“on a par with Mozart’s in music and
Michelangelo’s in stone”) but also the way he interacted with—and, in turn,
influenced—Rome in this “veritable age of entrepreneurs, every one of them
giddy with the excitement of intercontinental exchange.”
It is curious that Rowland—using her review of this
year’s Raphael exhibition at Rome’s Scuderie del Quirinale—does not tie the
painter’s temperament to his ability to attract such a large spectrum of work
and patrons.
To the extent that this is possible, I turned to Giorgio
Vasari’s short biography of him in Lives of the Most Eminent Painters, Sculptors and Architects (2nd edn, 1568), which relates how Raphael
created a ton of admirers among his fellow painters through his aura of amiability:
“[T]hey were overcome both by his courtesy and by his
art, and even more by the good disposition of his nature, which was so full of
gentleness and so overflowing with loving kindness, that it was seen that the
very animals, not to speak of men, honored him. It is said that if any painter who
knew him, and even any who did not know him, asked him for some drawing that he
needed, Raffaello would leave his own work in order to assist him. And he
always kept a vast number of them employed, aiding them and teaching them with
such a love as might have been the due rather of his own children than of
fellow craftsmen; for which reason he was never seen to go to Court without
having with him, as he left his house, some fifty painters, all able and
excellent, who kept him company in order to do him honor. In short, he lived
not like a painter, but like a prince.”
All of this stood in sharp contrast to most craftsmen
of the time, Vasari insisted, who were afflicted with “a certain element of
savagery and madness, which, besides making them strange and eccentric, had
brought it about that very often there was revealed in them rather the obscure
darkness of vice than the brightness and splendor of those virtues that make
men immortal.”
Rowland’s discussion of Rome as an entrepreneurial
beehive of the Renaissance has made me want to pick up again a book I laid
aside for lack of time: Niccolo Rising, the first installment in Dorothy
Dunnett’s sprawling sequence of eight historical novels, The House of Niccolo.
Not just a novelist but also an accomplished portrait painter, constant
traveler and active philanthropist, she would have been in a unique position to
explain to readers how so many influences combined to create the likes of
Raphael.
(The image accompanying this post is a self-portrait of the artist from the Art Archive/Galleria degli Uffizi, Florence/Alfredo Dagli Orti.)
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