Toledo, the Story of an Old Spanish CapitalLynch, Hannah
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Toledo, the Story of an Old Spanish Capital
Lynch, Hannah
Toledo (Spain) -- Description and travel; Toledo (Spain) -- History
His next proceedings were at Illescas where, having built the Church of
Our Lady of Charity, painted retablos and carved statues, it was
seriously proposed to tax his pictures as common merchandise. El Greco
went to law again, and this time, too, won his case. Only this was not
merely a personal triumph, it was a big justice wrung in these far-off
days from the stupid bourgeois to art. Palomino, commenting on it,
writes: "Immortal thanks are due to El Greco for having broken a lance
for art and thus forced the proclamation of its immunities." He
compelled the court to accept his theory that art was a thing apart from
merchandise, not like mere fabrications, subject to the control of taxes
or to the law of duty. While the process went on, El Greco refused to
sell any of his pictures, but simply hired them out for a certain sum,
as the good counsellors of Illescas only proposed to tax _sold_
pictures. As the case with the chapter of Toledo was concluded before
that of Illescas, he only accepted a loan on account of the future sum,
from the canons for the Expolio.
His fame now was spreading through Spain, and that on no common
unattuned voice. His superb portrait of the monk, Felix de Artiaga, won
from that distinguished poet the first of the two celebrated sonnets to
El Greco.
"Divino Griego de tu obrar yo admira
Que en la imagen exceda a el ser el arte"
it begins, and having descanted on the superiority of the artist's
creature to God's, wittily ends:
"Y contra veinte y nueve años de trato
Entre tu mano y la de Dios, perplexa
Qual es el cuerpo, en que ha de vivir duda."
The second sonnet was brought forth by El Greco's tomb of Queen
Margarita, when Fray Felix de Artiaga addresses him:
_Huesped curioso, a qui la pompa admira_
_De este aparato real_, MILAGRO GRIEGO!
_No lugubres Exequias Juzgues ciego,_
_Ni marmol fiel en venerable pyra_
_El sol que Margarita estable mira_
_Le arraneo del fatal desassossiego_
_De esta vana Region, y en puro fuego_
_Vibrantes luces de su rostro aspira_
_A el Nacer que vistió candido, pone_
_Toledo agradecido_ POR VALIENTE
MANO _en aquesta caxa peregrina._
_Tosca piedra la maquina compone_
_Que ya su grande Margarita ausente_
_No le ha quedado si España piedra fria_.
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