Identifier: historyofar02faur (find matches)
Title: History of art
Year: 1921 (1920s)
Authors: Faure, Elie, 1873-1937 Pach, Walter, 1883-1958
Subjects: Art
Publisher: New York and London : Harper & brothers
Contributing Library: PIMS - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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ne bends double and that flashes lightning as itsprings back. Through the Sienese painters, he hadgot back to Ravenna, where, before the splendor of thepolychrome of theshining mosaics, hehad surmised, be-yond Byzantium,the calm of thePanathenaic proces-sions that still tooktheir course aroundthe Parthenon. Hehad seen the archi-tecture of antiquityat Rome, at Naples,and at Assisi, whereCavallini, thepainter, brought tohim the tradition ofthe Roman mosai-cists. Standing be-fore the frescoes ofCimabue, that werestill fresh, with theirblue and the goldthat reddened in theglow of the torches, he had worked in the darkness of the lower churchwhere all the mystic skies have accumulated in theplaster their azure, their twilights, and the stars oftheir nights. The line of the mountains had calledto him everywhere, likewise the bays and men. Be-hold those figures that stand out, pure and with asingle movement, those harps and those violins thatare played upon, those palms that are waved, those
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Taddeo Gaddi. The Annunciation,(Santa Croce, Florence.) 414 MEDIAEVAL ART banners that are bowed, and those noble groupsaround the beds where there is a death or a birth.Something is quivering there that the Greeks did notknow, a sadness in the mouths, a gentleness in theeyes, the confidence that man for a moment had inman and in the hope that suffering might cease. Some-thing shines there that the Middle Ages of the Occidentno longer knew, a re-echoing of forms in other forms, aharmony of movements that answer one another, aline which by its rhythmic undulation connects thetorsos which bend over with others that are prostrateand still others that stand erect. I cannot, for my part, imagine a man more intelli-gent than Giotto. And I am sure that this intelligenceis nothing else than the progressive and logical refiningof the most direct thought and of the most unstudiedemotion. When he had seen how his friend died, andhad seen his wife giving birth, or his child suffering, heknew the

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