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Today, I want to talk about triumph and the people who help us become who we are.

One of the major people in my life who took a chance on me and believed in me passed away a couple years ago. I never got to tell him that I got in to UCLA, when most of his colleagues told me I never would. I never got to tell him that I graduated from UCLA with all three of the honors that the College of Letters & Science offers. And I’ll never get to tell him that I was accepted to graduate school this year.

Mr. Spica taught AP Art History at my high school. In my senior year, I became extremely interested in this field and wanted to take the AP Art History course being offered. It was the second semester by the time enrollment opened up. The first semester covered art since the beginning of time (okay, not really) through the 15th century. Like any good teacher, Mr. Spica knew that usually the first semester of any course provides you with the foundational information you’ll need for the second semester. And thus, he was adamant that I not be allowed to enroll. I got a letter of recommendation from one of my teachers (who majored in art history in college). He still wouldn’t let me in, worried that my lack of knowledge would bring the rest of the class down and force the class to move at a slower pace. I told him that I would sit in his class until he enrolled me. This agreement worked.

My first day sitting in, he gave us a test. We were to write essays in response to slides on the screen within thirty minutes. I’d never written an art historical essay before, and I’d never seen most of the slides. I also had no idea what on earth an “art history” essay was – as if it could be any different than other essays! I remember one slide in particular, the gardens at Versailles. I had no idea why these gardens were designed as such, but  I could tell by the massive amount of land they take up and their rather ornate landscaping that whoever designed them did so as a visual and physical reminder of their power and wealth. Mr. Spica graded these essays on a scale of 0 to 5. I got a 1. My next “test” was the homework, what he called style sheets. Style sheets were charts that had an artist’s name, years active, art historical period, examples of their art, and descriptions of their style. These were graded on a scale of 1 to 10. I got a 10 on my first style sheet, and he decided to let me enroll in the class.

My fellow students told me that, with his monotone voice, I would fall asleep in Mr. Spica’s class. Some told me that it was excessively difficult and a waste of time. They were all wrong. Mr. Spica loved art history, and loved teaching it. I think his favorite was modern performance art. He went to the Hammer and LACMA frequently. For those of us who were taking the AP Art History exam, he gave us a special review night and bought us pizza. One of the most endearing things about Mr. Spica was his grading. He always graded all of our papers with a green gel pen. He was never without it.

The last day of class crept up on us. Mr. Spica did the same thing every year: the class played “art history Jeopardy.” The grand prize was a Toulouse-Lautrec kaleidoscope. The players quickly came down to me (the girl who missed half the course) and four girls who had been in the course for its full length. It was intimidating. I kept forgetting to say “What is ____” and the girls would collectively groan because I got the right answer but didn’t say it right and Mr. Spica graciously allowed my faults in proper game show procedure.

Somehow, I won art history Jeopardy. I beat out the entire class after being there for just one semester. No matter how silly this may sound, the moment I won art history Jeopardy in Mr. Spica’s twelfth grade AP art history class was an incredible triumph for me. I loved art history in a way that my other classmates didn’t. I was good at it. This small triumph confirmed it. No one, especially not Mr. Spica, thought I would win art history Jeopardy, and why should they? I think Mr. Spica’s mind was changed as he ceremoniously handed me the grand prize and announced that I must be a “space alien” because I became so good at something I had no previous experience with.

Mr. Spica wrote in my yearbook in his favorite green pen. I was so proud to be his favorite space alien.

Mr. Spica coached girl’s tennis at my high school and would often go to UCLA’s tennis matches. I worked at Coffee Bean by UCLA, and it was here, a year or so after graduation, that I told him I received a 4 (out of 5) on the AP Art History exam and that I was majoring in art history in college. He wasn’t surprised.

That was the last time I saw him.

I said at the beginning, this post is about triumph and the people who believe in us. Mr. Spica was cautious to take a chance on letting me into his class, but eventually, he did, and because he believed in my potential, I grew exponentially in a field that, some years later, I can’t imagine not being in for the rest of my life. He introduced me to the basics of art history and critiqued my writing with unabashed severity, sometimes writing “No!!” with his green pen or enclosing portions of my essays with a large, underlined, green zero. I wish I could thank him for his honest critiques. And I wish even more that I could tell him of my latest “Jeopardy” moment of triumph: getting into graduate school.

I’ve had many supportive teachers (professors) since graduating high school. I will rave forever about how incredibly generous and wonderful the professors in UCLA’s art history department are. It’s no secret that UCLA has been one of the best experiences of my life, and that I credit them with teaching me how to be a scholar. It’s also no secret that I want to make art history my career. And, thanks to the wonderful training I received at UCLA and above all, the support from my family, friends, and professors, I’ll be able to.

Beginning Fall 2012, I will be studying at my dream program, which has what I believe is one of the strongest Early Modern art history programs in the country: the University of Delaware. I am so excited to begin my studies there, specializing in (of course) Italian Baroque art!

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Knowledge is the light of the mind

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I was going through an old stack of papers and found this interview with Peter Robb, the author of the controversial Caravaggio biography, M: The Man Who Became Caravaggio. At times, “M” was maddening. The very insistence on reducing Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio’s name to “M” made me think there was no way on earth I’d ever get through this book. Italics are replaced for quotation marks. Profanity abounds. And the worst part: “M” often or, some art historians would argue, altogether fails to contextualize Caravaggio’s paintings in the larger religious, militant, and aesthetic wars happening in the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries.

I have a confession: for its many, terrible faults, I enjoyed reading “M.” It was enjoyable because most of the book was baffling to the point of being comedic, and although there are sporadic sentences of it that I genuinely did side with, it was on the whole, essentially a drawn out tabloid – full of assertions and conspiracy theories about Caravaggio’s sexuality and (my favorite part), his death. And for this, it was awful. I need to spoil the ending for you, because it should be made into a film starring Ethan Peck as Caravaggio and the Six Fingered Man from the Princess Bride as the principal villain. The start of the final chapter of “M” sets the stage for Caravaggio’s mysterious death:

“M disappeared. No hard evidence ever came to light about what happened to him. … The church funeral records from port’ Ercole were preserved from these years, and the register for July 1610 contained no trace of the death and burial of anyone who might’ve been M. The cemetery itself yielded nothing. … M grimly joked in Sicily that all his sins were mortal. His listeners thought he was just being cheap about religion, but as his painting of John beheaded showed, he knew how the [O]rder punished capital offences. Brother knights sewed you into a sack and threw you into the sea. Alive in some variants, already strangled in others. Maybe, after setting off in the boat with his paintings and his promises, M never even got as far as the deserted beach.”

Robb’s theory is that Caravaggio was killed by the Knights of Malta, and the death-by-fever on the beach story is a cleverly crafted (though slowly realized) cover up for murder. If you wish, you can preview most of the book, including this last conspiratorial chapter, on Google Books.

Anyway, “M” is not what I’d like to talk about. I felt that I should let you all know about Robb’s theory about Caravaggio’s death, because what I’d like to talk about is professional art historians.

The following is the first question and part of Robb’s answer in the interview I mentioned:

Question: “You approach Caravaggio’s art very differently from academic art historians, and you have a lot to say about the connections of culture and politics at the time M was painting.”
Answer: “We can’t leave art to the professional art historians. On the whole, they’re prisoners of their training and unlikely to give you any sense of why art matters. They see art as an expression of prevailing values. They look at a religious painting and see theology, official values, precedent, iconology, almost anything but art. Not much on whether the painting lives for looking at it, or how it lives. The language of the discipline struggles to distinguish hackwork from genius. The academics know this, and their descriptions are guarded, timid, inert. Writing on M, they manage to make his paintings sound like all the inferior work of the age instead of proclaiming its amazing newness and difference. There are brilliant exceptions, but art historians mostly write for each other. I’m trying to write for and about real people in the real world. That means widening your field of vision beyond the specialized milieu of art.”

Caravaggio, St. John the Baptist, c. 1604.

As I read this, I thought how interesting that Robb condems art historians for not seeing the art in art, when he reads into Caravaggio’s art all sorts of juicy things that don’t exist within it. It’s far more reasonable to read into, say, Caravaggio’s St. John the Baptist that it is simply… St. John the Baptist — the “precedent, iconology” and religion behind it — than it is to make up some blast story about how John is somehow a come hither for its seventeenth century viewers. I also balk at the idea that art historians are “prisoners of their training and unlikely to give you any sense of why art matters.” I’m absolutely mind-boggled that Robb doesn’t realize that art historians study, write, research, and analyze for years on end because they are searching for meaning. Art historians are still historians — they just happen to specialize in art. No one would accuse “real” historians of being “prisoners to their training” and not giving us an idea of why the world is the way it is. It’s what historians do. Art historians can spend years studying one artist and still only scratch the surface of who they are, why their art is the way it is, and how their art speaks to us today. Caravaggio is a perfect example wherein historians have spent decades of their careers researching this man, his art, and the world that influenced him. Robb doesn’t give art historians enough credit for the work they’ve done and continue to do.

I also take issue with Robb’s perception of art historians’ descriptions of art as “guarded, timid, [and] inert.” If  our descriptions are such, it is only because we guard ourselves against being too liberal with describing what is physically on the canvas. (I’ll touch more on this in another portion of this interview’s Q&A below.) Describing art can easily become fantastical and turn into an analysis of something that isn’t actually there, or that is improper to consider given the constraints of the time in which the art was created. Historians have their own constraints — those of time and influence. They can’t just describe things in populist or exaggerated manners to get a rise out of people. It would be doing everyone a disservice. Accuracy is of the utmost importance.

“… [A]rt historians mostly write for each other. I’m trying to write for and about real people in the real world. That means widening your field of vision beyond the specialized milieu of art.”

There is so much wrong with this statement, I’m not sure where to begin. Let’s start with this: I’m an art historian, and I’m not just writing for other art historians. I’m not only refering to this website, either, but to all my work. If given the opportunity, I’d just sit in a park and read my papers to everyone. I’ve said it a thousand times: art history matters, even and especially outside of academia. No part of art history should be hidden away as we scholars converse amongst ourselves, hoarding our specialized knowledge from the outside world that might actually be interested in hearing what we have to say. People in the “real world,” perhaps now more than ever, are interested in art history. About half of readers of this website in fact, aren’t even art history professors or students, but the general public of all ages who are curious about art and its meaning.

Secondly, and this is something I seem to have to reiterate far too often, art history is an interdisciplinary field. Sure, it’s its “own” field, but one can’t study art history without studying history, religion, military history, political science, fashion, or film (depending on your area of focus). Thus, there’s not really a need to “[widen our] field of vision beyond the specialized milieu of art,” since it already is.

I certainly understand why the reviews of “M” on Amazon are so positive. “M” is entirely colloquial, which makes it a fairly quick and easy read. For the general world, quick and easy reads that are also educational are hard to come by.  Academic books are highly specialized and geared toward specific audiences. Sometimes, they are conversations between scholars, bickering amongst each other in drawn out, meticulously researched anthologies or books. Academics can’t necessarily afford to use popular language. Their publishers are often university presses or journals, and I just can’t imagine that something like Robb’s finished product would ever be acceptable to them for many reasons (especially trading quotation marks for italics).  I’ve always thought that sounding “academic” comes with experience, and yet this isn’t a bad thing. Perhaps our culture is simply not disciplined or patient enough to read something like Caravaggio: Realism, Rebellion, Reception or Caravaggio’s Secrets or even Helen Langdon’s (not-very-jargon-filled) biography of Caravaggio. Whatever it is, I don’t think Robb’s casually written book is helpful in provoking deep thought or educating with accuracy. And yet the “real world,” if Amazon is any indicator of popular belief, loves “M.”

Should we give up and just leave art to those who want to deliver it in real terms to real people?

I can’t.

While I sympathize with Robb for wanting to make art matter for the world, and in their terms, such a movement should absolutely come from the “professionals” — from museums and curators and art historians, because they know what they’re talking about. They didn’t undertake graduate study and years of research just to be brushed aside and brushed off  as “professionals,” as if they are somehow the Big Bad Wolf out to ruin art for everyone with their professional opinions and strange words. It’s a good thing that academics exist. Museums and educational programs and free public talks are good things. These serve to place art in the hands of the populous, with accurate historical context and analytical tools, and then say “Here. You’re equipped with the basic information you need. Now, go and make of art what you will.” But by all means, someone who knows nothing of history or worse, refuses to acknowledge it, should not be the one attempting to educate the masses about art of a historical time period. That will confuse everyone. I was confused after finishing “M.”I was writing my thesis, and if it wasn’t for the other reputable sources I had and my own convictions about historical accuracy and sticking to iconography, I would’ve  been an academic mess.

I wish the interview had stopped there, but it didn’t, and neither do my criticisms.

Continuing into the first question’s answer, Robb says:

“I do give a lot of space to the paintings themselves because they’re the best evidence we have of the kind of man M was. The work of any artist is a kind of autobiography, and you have to learn to read it. Anyone who looks at M’s paintings feels immediately that this painter was making something intensely personal and original out of the conventional religious subjects he was required to paint.”

Caravaggio, The Annunciation, c. 1608

This, I can agree with. I agree that by nature, artists insert themselves in some way, however small, into their work. Now, in “M,” Robb tended to find homosexual references in every last bit of exposed flesh of Caravaggio’s paintings — so, given this context, I should add that this visual autobiography artists create can’t be read into too much. Like most artists, Caravaggio had patrons who commissioned paintings that represent iconography in specific ways. (If  those original contract documents are available, they should always be referenced when analyzing a work of art lest we insert ourselves or our modern ways of thinking into our analysis.) It would also be scandalous to the point of ruin if paintings or sculptures that invited or glorified inappropriate activity were publicly and openly displayed in the rich, often pious households that Caravaggio painted for. This was, after all, seventeenth century Italy, where piety was fiercely being  guarded and reformed to fend against the Protestant movement that was gaining momentum. Art was a tool the Church used to enforce proper belief, and they would not undermine it by allowing art to be made and displayed that had ulterior meanings.  Paintings and sculptures were abandoned or not paid for if they failed to conform to the new edicts for art laid out by the Church.

The interview continues for several more questions, and that brings us to the final question that will be talked about here.

Question: “How does your M — a revolutionary misfit — differ from other interpretations of the painter?”

Robb begins his answer with an explanation of why he chose to call Caravaggio “M,” what contemporary sources said about Caravaggio, and his criminal record. Robb’s interpretation of Caravaggio and his violent nature is something that he thinks differentiates him from other writers.

Answer: “I think we owe it to M to consider that this violence might be related to his painting – to problems his painting and his own artistic intransigence caused him – and not to dismiss him as a man with a talent for trouble, a genius who coincidentally happened to be a murderous psychopath. Because I don’t believe he was a psychopath at all. I think he was an extraordinarily, fiercely tenacious man who, in defending his art against its very real enemies, was also defending his sense of himself, including of course his sexual identity and his way of being in the world. If this differs from current practice, this is because the academy [academia] has been taking possession of M’s art over the last few decades, centering an immense amount of research and discussion on a painter who not so long ago was still considered a minor and aberrant artist. In doing this, specialists are following and not leading popular taste. … And since the academy is by its nature very conservative, a lot of its energy has been devoted to pulling M back into the mainstream, and showing that his painterly and religious values weren’t so different after all from what everyone else thought about art and religion in M’s day. He was really a fairly conventional painter, they say. Orthodox. Even the violence of his daily life, some argue now, was perfectly acceptable for that time. There’s this deadening desire to normalize a painter whose life and whose art were both dazzlingly and radically outside established norms. I resist the deadening of a great and living and deeply disturbing painter, and in doing this I am much closer to his own contemporaries in the way I see him.”

I don’t think any art historians would characterize Caravaggio as a “murderous psychopath.” He certainly did have a “talent for trouble,” and this is speculated upon in many studies of his art and life. I’m not sure where Robb is getting the idea that art historians believe Caravaggio to be a “fairly conventional painter.” That hasn’t  been my experience with academic works about him. It’s also historically accurate to argue that Caravaggio’s violent behavior was acceptable for the time — to a degree. He once threw artichokes at a waiter’s face — that is probably not normal for seventeenth century Rome. But what is normal is Caravaggio constantly carrying a sword, or Caravaggio wearing fine noblemen’s clothing, because if history tells us anything, it’s that duels were standard practice in Baroque Rome and that men jealously guarded their honor. This doesn’t make Caravaggio any less interesting. So what if he engaged in duels like any other nobleman protecting his honor might? Nor does it make his life and art any less “disturbing,” because he obviously had some anger issues and dealt with them physically and (maybe) through his art.

There is a difference between “normalizing” a painter and placing him in the wider context of the world in which he lived, which is what art historians do. This isn’t an attempt to “deaden” Caravaggio or make his life any less significant or unique. Again, I doubt any art  historian would say that Caravaggio was just like everyone else. It’s impossible to deny that Caravaggio created an art form that was wholly new to Italy and revolutionized the aesthetics of devotion at home and abroad. As Helen Langdon, in her (much more historically accurate and indeed masterful) biography of Caravaggio, says:

“He began his career as a painter of lyrical and courtly genre, with pictures of gypsies, musicians, and card players, which ravish with the beauty and precision of their naturalistic detail. But he developed into the most powerful religious artist of his age, creating a new Catholic art deeply rooted in the contemporary spirituality of the Counter-Reformation.”

Caravaggio, David with the Head of Goliath, Borghese Gallery. Date disputed: either before 1606 or circa 1610.

Much has changed in the past decade since Robb’s book (and this interview) has been published. Art historians know more about Caravaggio, old ideas are being challenged, and new ideas are being formed. And despite the rise in Caravaggio’s popularity — Caravaggiomania, as Philip Sohm calls it — I believe that our work on Caravaggio’s art and life are still unfinished. In fact, as we learn more about Caravaggio, the mysteries only seem to increase because of all the things we still don’t know.

Returning again to the theme of art as autobiography, I’d like to end with the following words from David Stone, that, as I bury myself in studying Caravaggio more, I have increasingly come to appreciate as a wonderful description of Caravaggio the Painter. These words stem from an examination of Caravaggio’s David with the Head of Goliath and of the self that Caravaggio constructed through his art:

“I want to stop here and admit that my responses to Caravaggio’s David with the Head of Goliath are in many instances shaped by my own fixation on Caravaggio’s personality. Not the castration-obsessed murderer, but the terrifyingly daring poet of naturalist painting: the Caravaggio who paints himself as a saddened bystander at the murder of St. Matthew; the Caravaggio, yet in another self portrait, who verifies the past for  us, craning his neck as he holds up a lantern to the darkness, so that he (and the spectator) can see the Betrayal of Christ firsthand. With this, his most beautiful conceit, he defines himself as an illuminator of Christian storia and capturer of nature. “

Those words, from a professional art historian, from the academy, are not words that rob Caravaggio’s art of meaning. They imbue his art with even more meaning.

Leave art to the professional art historians, and let us become ever joyous “prisoners” of our research.

 

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The College Art Association’s centennial conference was this year in Los Angeles, February 22-25. I initially planned to attend the entire conference, but certain events at my work made this impossible.

I attended on Saturday the 25th with my husband. We got there 30 minutes before registration opened, with me thinking that the lines for registration would be full of art and art history enthusiasts. … This was not so. We spent that 30 minutes peeking into the exhibition floor and walking around to see if anyone I knew might be there as early as us. (There wasn’t.) Once we registered – a quick and easy process – we had another 20 minutes or so before the exhibition floor actually opened. Luckily, our registration came with stylish tote bags full of literature, so we had fun looking at that. We went to the exhibition floor once it opened and it was surprisingly just the way I imagined it, with books and art supplies everywhere and people catching up with old friends and colleagues.

There were several highlights of the exhibition floor. The first, was that I picked up, held, leafed through, and attempted to purchase Sarah McPhee’s (Emory) new book Bernini’s Beloved about the life of Costanza, Bernini’s (most well known) mistress. Even though I knew it didn’t come out until April, I was still disappointed when the seller told me that particular copy was not for sale. I got to see it and pre-order it though! (You should, too. It’s gorgeous.) The second highlight was seeing what must’ve been a thousand page tome devoted solely to Caravaggio that I had never heard of. The book, Caravaggio and Pictorial Narrative: Dislocating the Istoria in Early Modern Painting (Studies in Baroque Art) by Lorenzo Pericolo, has wonderful color plates and essays that I’m sure are also wonderful, but I didn’t purchase it even though the retailer was offering $90 off its price. (Okay, according to Amazon, the book is 654 pages. It looks like a thousand.) The final highlight of the exhibition floor was purchasing Franco Mormando’s 2011 translation of the Life of Bernini, written by Bernini’s son Domenico, as well as Caravaggio and his Followers in Rome (2011) by David Franklin and Sebastian Schütze.

We attended the “Art & Architecture in Europe: 1600-1750” session, chaired by John Beldon Scott of the University of Iowa. It was fabulous. Two papers in particular stood out: the first, about  nepotism in the Vatican under Pope Paul V, whose cardinal nephew was Scipione Borghese. The second, about Carlo Rainaldi’s religiously and experientially sensitive architecture. I want to share with you what I learned from these papers. They got the gears in my mind going, so I’ll summarize the papers and intersperse said summaries with any thoughts I have about the issues at hand. (I will attempt to quote the presentations if I can’t summarize in a way that is sufficient or coherent. Please forgive any mistakes since my notes are unusually hard to read.)

Bernini, Bust of Scipione Borghese, 1632.

“A New Samson: Scipione Borghese and the Representation of Nepotism in the Vatican Palace” was presented by Karen J. Lloyd of Tulane University. Dr. Lloyd discussed the role of the cardinal nephew within the Baroque church and how it was allegorically described in art, specifically Guido Reni’s frescoes of Samson in the papal palace. (For those who don’t know, the cardinal nephew’s power was essentially only surpassed by the Pope. You can imagine that such a role comes with great power, great responsibility, and lots of eyes watching.) The Samson frescoes were made in conjunction with other frescoes that Paul V had commissioned in his own apartments, with scenes from the New Testament. Though in separate spaces, the frescoes should be read together create a picture of the Papacy. Paul V’s frescoes, with scenes from the New Testament, served as a visual reminder of papal power that has existed since Peter. Scenes includes the Ascension and Pentecost, because Paul V was elected a few days before the feast day of the Ascension, and was coronated on the feast day of the Pentecost. The message from his apartments is clear: His power comes from God, and he is part of a historic priestly class of divinely appointed men chosen to be the leaders of the Church. Just as Pope Paul V’s power comes from God, the cardinal nephew’s power comes from the Pope. The man who held this special post under Paul V, Scipione Borghese, wasn’t born a Borghese, but a member of the Caffarelli family, the son of Pope Paul V’s sister Ortensia and her husband Francesco Caffarelli. Scipione had to be adopted into the Borghese family to eventually support his position of power as the papal nephew. Scipione’s apartments, decorated with Reni’s Samson frescoes, were allegories of his role in the church. Like Samson, the cardinal nephew’s role in the church was to protect and defend the church, winning converts at every opportunity. Also like Samson, cardinal nephew’s strength to overcome temptation and achieve this goal comes from God.

Dr. Lloyd’s paper and examination of the frescoes was wonderfully done, but what I found most interesting was what wasn’t discussed. As Dr. Lloyd pointed out:

“The frescoes omit any reference to sin,” something that, if you read the story of Samson, you simply cannot avoid. “St. Augustine evoked Samson as an example of why saints do unlawful things.” In Samson’s case, obedience to God (when he defeated the Philistines) is enabled because of this “God-allowed” sin, if you will: “even in the face of irrationality and self destruction, [Samson sinned at God's will or command.]“

That the frescoes portray a perfect, righteous hero of old was fascinating, especially given what we know about Scipione Borghese. I’m currently reading Franco Mormando’s biography of Bernini (Bernini: His Life and His Rome), in which he discusses Cardinal Borghese’s many failings, including lavish living, indecent sexual activities with women and men alike, and so on. (In his notes on his 2011 translation of Domenico Bernini’s biography of his father, Mormando sums up Scipione’s lifestyle in one word: sybaritic.) While I’m skeptical as to how completely true these discussions of Scipione’s life are, I thought to myself how interesting this is in light of Reni’s paintings in the Vatican. Because, even if the Cardinal Nephew merely dabbled in illicit or inappropriate activities (versus being immersed in them, the way Mormando describes), then Reni’s depictions of the papal nephew’s glorious role, of obedience to the Church and to God, responsible for supporting the Pope, ensuring righteous doctrine in parishes, and so on, becomes deeply ironic.

The second paper that stood out to me was “Rhetoric and Narrative in the Architecture of Carlo Rainaldi,” presented by Jason Ciejka of Agnes Scott College. Every aspect of this paper was remarkable. What I found (and continue to find) most fascinating is the major role that art and architecture play in directing the worship and spiritual experiences of the laity, though this certainly isn’t limited to Rainaldi’s architecture.Carlo Rainaldi was an Italian Baroque architect. Rainaldi was schooled at the Jesuit university in Rome where he studied rhetoric.  He also pursued advanced disciplines such as philosophy and mathematics.   His education served him well in his career.  He was “responsive to the materials of his craft,” seeking to “amplify [the] spiritual and emotional responses of the faithful.”

Gesu e Maria, nave.

In 1678, Rainaldi  was commissioned to build the high altar in Gesu e Maria, a church in Rome on the Via del Corso. (Note: I had trouble finding high resolution photos for this post. A Google Image search returns many results that are smaller resolution.) This project evolved to eventually include the nave as well. The altar and its sculptures serve as an “emotional prompt [for the laity to] share in the astonishment and celebration of the Virgin’s coronation.” The way the sculpted figures turn to one another and outward to the nave certainly supports the idea of a conversation taking place, of the direction of thought and focus.

Santa Lorenzo in Lucina, nave.

The next example Dr. Ciejka discussed was the church of San Lorenzo in Lucina.  The altar of this church is a perfect harmony between painting and sculpture. Rainaldi was wise in choosing which marble he would use for this commission. The altarpiece, a Crucifixion by Guido Reni, has a limited earth-tone palette and the marble that Rainaldi chose complemented this. Rainaldi’s mixture of convex and conclave shapes in his architecture also complimented the altarpiece, echoing the bends in Christ’s back and his outstretched body. The high altar displays the “tension inherent in suffering.” Christ’s presence  in the church is enhanced through the ebb and flow of architecture to painting. He comes out into the sacred space, and the sacred space responds to that presence.

Santa Maria Campitelli, nave.

In his final example, La Chiesa di Santa Maria Campitelli, Dr. Ciejka saved the best for last. This church is one with a remarkable story. Tradition holds that on July 17, 524, a Roman noble woman known for helping the poor (and now a saint), Galla, was suddenly and excitedly called to by her servant. She came and a brilliant light appeared in the house. She sought the help of Pope John I. When they arrived to the mysterious light, all the bells in Rome rang at once. Angels appeared, carrying a Byzantine icon, and presented it to the Pope. The icon is thought to have saved Rome from a plague around 1656. In honor of this, Pope Alexander VII commissioned Rainaldi to design the existing church. Rainaldi’s finished work can be read as the visual, permanent, continual reenactment of this miraculous story. This was achieved through Rainaldi’s masterful use of light, architecture, and sculpture.  When the laity enter the church, it is dimly lit.  As worshipers move from the back of the church down the nave, they walk toward a great and wonderful light that is both real (through Rainaldi’s strategically placed windows) and sculpted (gilded gold) creating a tangible, dramatic, and consistence experience of awe and wonder for the worshipers.

Dr. Ciejka’s paper brought back memories of when I was in Italy’s many sacred spaces. One of the most striking memories I have is walking into a dim, candlelit church in Florence – I’m still not sure where exactly it was or who it was dedicated to – and being floored when what greeted me at the high altar was a lit, gilded, wonderful Crucifixion sculpture. The Crucifixion was the center of the church, the center of all focus and thought, commanding my attention and reverence. I imagine that the laity in San Lorenzo in Lucina experienced similar feelings.

Attending CAA was a momentous event for me (and I can only imagine how momentous it would be had I been able to attend for the full conference!) Even though I didn’t get to meet anyone new or any of my “scholarly heroes,” I enjoyed basking in the sweet, art historical words that accompanied the sessions. After being outside of academia proper for a year and a half, it was refreshing to be with and hear words from people who are of the same mind, who understand why art history is important and advocate its cause. Needless to say, I’m very excited to attend in future years.

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