“ To-day I am thinking of a painter. Painting is an art addressed primarily to the eye, and not to the intelligence, not to the imagination, save as these may be reached through the eye--that most delicate organ of infinite susceptibility, which teaches us the meaning of the word light--a word so often uttered with stress of ecstasy, of longing, of despair, and of every other shade of emotion, that the sound of it must soon be almost as powerful with the young heart, almost as immediate in its effect, as the break of day itself, gladdening the eyes and glorifying the earth. ”
T. Sturge Moore
Summary
T. Sturge Moore’s Albert Dürer examines the artistic legacy of the Renaissance master, focusing on his technical skill, philosophical perspective on beauty, and the conflict between art’s spiritual function and scientific accuracy. Through analyses of Dürer’s portraits, engravings, and theoretical writings, Moore contrasts his work with figures like Michelangelo, highlighting his distinctive blend of precise proportion and emotional resonance.
The text explores Dürer’s effort to balance artistic innovation with the limitations of his time, presenting his body of work as a testament to the ongoing conversation between vision and calling. Moore’s synthesis underscores Dürer’s role as a key figure who connected the empirical and the transcendent in art.
Quotes from Albert Dürer (T. Sturge Moore)
“ Whistler does not succeed in glorifying great artists when he declares that beauty "to them was as much a matter of certainty and triumph as is to the astronomer the verification of the result, foreseen with the light granted to him alone." No, he only sets up a false analogy; for the true parallel to the artist is the saint, not the astronomer; both are convinced, neither understands. Art is no more the reward of intelligence than of virtue. She permits no caprice in her own realm. Loyalty is the only virtue she insists on, loyalty in regard to her servant's experience of beauty ”
“ The finish is not carried so far as in the Madrid portrait of himself, where even the texture of the gloves has been softened by touches of the thumb, and the absence of these extra refinements leaves it the most spontaneous and vigorously bold of all Dürer's paintings. The concentrated energy of the sitter's features demanded such a treatment; he seems to burn with the inconsiderate atheism of a Marlowe. Young, and less surprised than indignant to be alone awake in a sleepy and bigoted world, he seems convinced of a mission to chastise, even to scandalise his easy-going neighbours. ”
