The Serapion Brethren, Vol. IIHoffmann, E. T. A. (Ernst Theodor Amadeus)
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The Serapion Brethren, Vol. II
Hoffmann, E. T. A. (Ernst Theodor Amadeus)
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"A thousand times yes, with gladness," answered Antonio. "Ah! I should
like to tell you, at once, the troubles connected with my love-affair,
but somehow it seems to me that I do not dare, to-day, just when our
hearts have opened to one another in art; but some day I shall probably
ask you to advise and help me in that direction too."
"Both my advice and my help shall be at your service wherever and
whenever they may be necessary," Salvator answered. As he was leaving
he turned round and said with a smile: "Antonio, when you told me you
were a painter, I was sorry I had mentioned your likeness to the
Sanzio. I thought you might be silly enough, as many of our young
fellows are, if they chance to have a passing likeness in the face to
this or that great master, they take to wearing their hair and beard as
he does, and find it necessary to imitate his style in art as well,
though it may be quite contrary to their character. We have neither of
us named the name of Raphael; but, believe me, in your pictures I find
distinct traces of the extent to which the whole heaven of godlike
ideas in the works of the greatest master of our time has been revealed
to you. You understand Raphael. You will not reply to me as did
Velasquez, whom I asked, the other day, what he thought of the Sanzio.
He said Titian was the greater master; Raphael knew nothing about flesh
colour. In that Spaniard is the Flesh, not the Word; yet they laud him
to the skies in San Luca, because he once painted cherries which the
birds came and tried to peck."
A few days after the above conversation, it happened that the
Academists of San Luca assembled in their church to judge the pictures
of the painters who had applied for admission to the Academy. Salvator
had sent Scacciati's beautiful Magdalene picture. The painters were
amazed by the charm and the power of the work, and the most unstinted
praise resounded from every lip when Salvator explained that he had
brought the picture with him from Naples--the work of a young painter,
prematurely snatched away by death.
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