Fanciful Traces
The British royal family,
as everyone knows by now, has an image problem. What better solution than to
export some of their most prestigious but rarely seen images, the drawings of
Michelangelo, for public display in the wide world? Tucked away in a
ground-floor corner of the East Wing of the National Gallery in Washington,
D.C., are some of the finest drawings to be seen in the United States just now.
There are 22 by the master himself (as compared with fewer than 10 in all the
American collections combined), and another 50 drawings by contemporaries and
successors that betray his influence. Fanned out in six rooms arranged like a
beehive, with the lights turned low to protect the fragile treasures (and lend
a mood of reverence to the occasion), the enthralling show is called
"Michelangelo and His Influence: Drawings from Windsor Castle."
Even in
his own time, Michelangelo (1475-1564) was recognized as having no peer in
sculpture, drawing, or architecture. Only the multitalented Leonardo da Vinci,
with his greater intellectual range, rivals the younger Michelangelo among
Renaissance artists. "Anyone who has seen Michelangelo's David has no
need to see anything else by any other sculptor, living or dead," gushed his
first biographer, his contemporary Giorgio Vasari. Vasari's account of
Michelangelo's heroic labors in the Sistine Chapel has entered popular lore.
It's hard not to think of Charlton Heston in The Agony and the Ecstasy :
Alone on the high scaffold, paint dripping into his upturned eyes, he pushes
forward with his Sisyphean task as Rex Harrison (playing Michelangelo's
impatient patron, Pope Julius II) paces angrily below.
Heroism, seriousness, monumental
grandeur--these are all part of the Michelangelo legend. But the drawings in
the National Gallery invite us to discover another Michelangelo, an artist of
delicacy and pictorial wit. Consider the exquisite airborne Archers ,
who, while Cupid sleeps in the foreground, send their errant arrows toward the
target. Few hit their mark, and no wonder--for those archers, we suddenly
realize, aren't holding bows. No one knows the meaning of this enigmatic,
red-chalk drawing--while Cupid sleeps, love goes awry? But the sheer joy of the
image is contagious. Where Archers suggests the light-footed world of
dreams, the grotesque mask situated among the Ideal Heads in the first
room--its headdress borrowed, it seems, from the Statue of Liberty--evokes an
earthbound world where the human and animal realms are not easily
distinguished. Is this a man disguised as a lion, or a lion turning into a man?
The bared teeth are clearly human, but the feral eyes, looking sharply to the
side; the curling upper lip; and the bristling facial hair suggest a cat-person
ready to pounce.
Leonine,
too, is Hercules, performing three labors in one of the dazzling
Presentation
Drawings --finished drawings that were given to
friends and patrons--in the next room. As he pries open the Vulcanian jaws of
the Nemean lion, the hero's own lion-skin disguise hovers like a halo over his
back, as though he can't throw off his animal identity so easily. Across the
same sheet, Hercules fumbles with the Hydra. We know he's going to lop off
those serpentine heads, one of which is biting him brazenly in the rear. But as
Michelangelo conceives him, Hercules seems to be dancing with the Hydra, as
though he's drawing from this encounter some of the writhing, erotic energy of
the monster. A humorless pen-and-ink drawing of the same subject by Raphael
that appears later in the show depicts Hercules staring down the Hydra. The
awkward crosshatching makes one wonder why Michelangelo was so competitive, not
to say bitchy, about his rival. "What Raphael had of art," he wrote in a 1542
letter, "he had of me." Raphael had been dead for 20 years.
Michelangelo's metamorphic wit, somewhere
between the nightmare transformations of his fellow Florentine Dante Alighieri
and the baroque fantasies of Lorenzo Bernini, is nowhere better displayed than
in his famous drawing of Phaëthon's fall. Phaëthon, you'll remember, wanted to
drive his father's car--that is, Apollo's--across the sky. He lost control, as
young drivers will, and Jupiter, astride his eagle, shot him down with a
lightning bolt. Intertwined with his four magnificent horses, Phaëthon turns
his splendid body toward us one last time. "An image of the consequences of
pride and vanity," says the sober wall label. Perhaps. But Phaëthon's fall,
like the cascading forms in Michelangelo's Sistine Last Judgment , has
its own headlong ecstasy. His three anxious sisters, watching from the ground
below, are beginning to turn into trees--their punishment for their brother's
hubris.
Michelangelo gave the drawing of Phaëthon to Tommaso de' Cavalieri, the Roman
nobleman to whom he addressed some of his most passionate sonnets--Michelangelo
was a gifted poet, too. "According to your will," he told Cavalieri, "I'm hot
in the harshest winter, cold in the sun." While Michelangelo's homosexuality
has long been assumed--the Victorian critic Walter Pater wrote of his "vague
and wayward loves"--there is no evidence that Cavalieri reciprocated his
feelings.
Another drawing given to Cavalieri takes
Michelangelo's transforming wit to a whole new level. It depicts the giant
Tityus, whose punishment for raping the goddess Leto was to have his liver
ripped out each day by a vulture, only to have it grow back each night.
Michelangelo's Tityus reclines on his craggy bed of rock, from which his
muscular body seems to have been sculpted. His punishment looks like another
rape, with the vulture having its way with the bound and lustful (and
apparently acquiescent) giant. A tree with an open-jawed face--one of Dante's
damned souls, perhaps--screams in the background.
Then, as
if this weren't masterly enough, Michelangelo did something amazing. He flipped
the sheet of paper over, rotated it 90 degrees, and traced the now-upright form
of Tityus. The tortured giant became the risen Christ, stepping from his tomb.
The viewer goes around and around the free-standing frame to see just how
Michelangelo did it. And what subversive intent, what wicked wit, was at work
here? Did the artist mean to imply an erotic side of Christ, a mortification of
human desire rewarded by bodily resurrection? No wonder Michelangelo's
contemporaries were in awe of him and tried to follow his intimidating
lead.
Exhibitions billed as showing a major artist
"and his influence" are sometimes excuses for including inferior art to fill
out an occasion. While there are a few too many drawings by various
accomplished hands "after" Michelangelo originals, this show feels winnowed
down and sharply focused. Some of these drawings have their own distinctive
flavor, showing less Michelangelo's influence than his provocation. Annibale
Carracci's Ignudo (1597) transforms one of the languorous young male
nudes of Michelangelo's Sistine ceiling into a wily, satyr-like character--he
could be Shakespeare's Mercutio. Indeed, the grandeur and flashing wit of the
surly Florentine and the enigmatic Englishman have much in common. There are
the towering achievements of both--the public buildings, the tragedies--and the
unexpected delights on a smaller scale.
We expect to be awed by the
sheer size and marmoreal magnificence of David , the Sistine Chapel, the
dome of St. Peter's in Rome. These have a public purpose, captured in the Irish
poet William Butler Yeats' lines about the best-known Sistine image: "That
girls at puberty may find/ The first Adam in their thought." There's a
different, but no less intense, pleasure to be derived from these miracles
worked up from the meager materials of paper and chalk. Never designed for
public exhibition, these experimental sketches and gifts for intimate friends
have a distinctive power, like secrets revealed, or conversations
overheard.
N.B.:
The preceding images are not from Michelangelo and His Influence: Drawings
from Windsor Castle (online reproduction of art in the National Gallery
exhibition is forbidden). They are photographs of works from the Louvre,
Paris.
