Sistine Chapel Ceiling {Story of Art}

Sistine Chapel Ceiling. Michelangelo Buonarroti. 1512.

“[The Italian artist] was no longer a craftsman among craftsman, ready to carry out commissions… He was a master in his own right, who could not achieve fame  without exploring the mysteries of nature and probing into the secret laws of the universe. It was natural that the leading artists  who had these ambitions felt aggrieved by their social status… Here was another challenge for the artists to meet, another spur which urged them on towards yet greater achievements that would compel the surrounding world to accept them… as men of unique and precious gifts… It was the love of fame on the part of the patrons which helped the artists to break down such prejudices… As there were many centers competing for the services of the most renowned masters, the masters in turn could dictate their terms. In earlier times it was the prince who bestowed his favors on the artist. Now it almost came to pass that the roles were reversed, and that the artist granted a favor to a rich prince or potentate by accepting a commission from him. Thus it came about that the artists could frequently choose the kind of commission which they like, and that they no longer needed to accommodate their works to the whims and fancies of their employers. Whether this new power was an unmixed blessings for art in the long run is difficult to decide. But at first, at any rate, it had the effect of a liberation which released a tremendous amount of pent-up energy. At last, the artist was free.”

Ernst H. Gombrich, “Chapter 15: Harmony Attained,” The Story of Art, 15th edition

2 thoughts on “Sistine Chapel Ceiling {Story of Art}”

  1. “At last, the artist was free.”
    That’s one of the most beautiful descriptions of Michelangelo’s time I have ever read. Because it’s so true! When I look at Michelangelo, it seems so much freer (if that is a word…) fom his predecessors!
    I love the Sistine Chapel just like any other fangirl of Michelangelo, and so I’ll spare you the fangirl squeals of adoration. :) Ahem. So…
    I am fascinated with the story of Michelangelo’s painting of the Sistine Chapel – the way he stayed up on his scaffold for weeks and weeks without truly analyzing from the ground. Almost halfway through, he climbed down and looked up only to realize he didn’t like the size of the figures, and so continued paintings the rest of the ceiling with bigger figures. If I hadn’t read that account, I probably would not have noticed the slight change of scale in the figures. Interesting – no?

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