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DOMENICO GHIRLANDAIO |

Adorazione dei Magi |

Uffizi, Sala 25 |

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Domenico Ghirlandaio | Adoration of the Magi | Room 25

I was born on my father’s land. An immense estate. One part was in the hills, the rest was green meadowland, where his cattle grazed. There were three small communities around my father’s land. Sometimes the people would go to him to ask for a piece of land to cultivate, and my father would offer it for free. He recognized this need for land; his own was large enough to give some away. Also in this painting, by Domenico Ghirlandaio, there is a meadow. It opens out behind the figure of Mary, almost an empty space to emphasize her presence. The three wise men have just placed their signs of wealth on the ground. The crowded procession accompanying them follows the round shape of the painting, highlighting the importance of Mary and the Child. In the background, a hut inside the ruins of a temple symbolizes the advent of the time of Grace overcoming the Old Testament. Just like a slender bud finding its way. Further away, a port. Sky, land, sea... a limitless space. In the 15th century, the episode described by St. Matthew became an occasion to celebrate the wealth of art patrons. Ghirlandaio probably executed this painting for the Tornabuoni family; its round shape was unsuitable for the altar of a church, and in fact it was made for the Tornabuoni to worship in their own home. Some are portrayed with great precision in the two men kneeling to the right, and perhaps even the Magus turned towards us. A family reunion.

Then, there is Joseph, absorbed in a tender look directed towards Mary. A little apart from the others, his face resting on his hand, he contemplates his wife and child. The figure of Joseph reminds me of my father. He was always so protective. But he wasn’t able to defend me when I was assaulted as a young girl, nor to placate my fear of possible revenge when the trial ended in my favor. My father didn’t want me to go away, but I was sure I could no longer live in Peru. I’m the one who decided to change life. The day I left for Europe, my father watched me from a distance. He didn’t say goodbye; he didn’t want me to leave. In the painting there are a few objects in the foreground, placed on a stone: a case for glasses, a saddlebag, and a water flask, just the essentials for a journey. I pick them up and leave, without looking back. I was just 22 when I decided to face the challenges of a new world alone. I left a familiar, wealthy and safe place behind me, to find myself tossed around as an illegal immigrant. When I came to Florence, the turning point: I joined the support groups for new immigrants, became involved in local politics, began to take on new responsibilities. In this initiatory journey, I passed under the ruins of times past, and crossed through the door of Mercy. The Magi too, perhaps, passed that way on their return to the East.

A few months ago, I went back to my father’s house in the country. A nephew of mine was getting married. I saw how the family had grown, the kids now adults, the children of children. There, once again on the large meadow around the house, we had become a great family. The Magus in the foreground turns towards us, as if surprised by the people who continue to arrive in an endless flow of generations.

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#10 integrale | Domenico Ghirlandaio, Adorazione dei Magi

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DOMENICO GHIRLANDAIO |

Adorazione dei Magi |

Uffizi, Sala 25 |

Versione integrale | La narrazione è di Lina Callupe, la voce di Giulia Lazzarini |

Leggi la scheda completa dell'opera su uffizi.it

Domenico Ghirlandaio | Adoration of the Magi | Room 25

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#1 breve | Gentile da Fabriano, Adorazione dei Magi 8:43

6 years yang lalu8:43

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GENTILE DA FABRIANO | Adorazione dei Magi | Uffizi, Sala 5-6 | Versione breve | La narrazione è di Zeinab Kabil, la voce di Laura Curino | Leggi la scheda completa dell'opera su uffizi.it Gentile da Fabriano | Adoration of the Magi | Room 5-6 On a journey, following a star. To meet the Child, here in the foreground. In the three lunettes of the frame, we can follow the procession of the Magi. In the top left, the three wise men are gazing at the star from a mountain peak overlooking the sea. I wonder: is it possible that, in spite of their precious robes, they too felt the bewilderment and uncertainty of the journey? That, in spite of the lavish procession, they felt alone? That, once at their destination, they longed to return home? The sea breeze accompanied my journey. When I arrived in Italy, everything was new. The homesickness for my birthplace was replaced by the nostalgia for the person I was when I lived there. In the central lunette, the Magi are crossing an idyllic landscape to enter Jerusalem. I can smell the scent of my land, the embrace of the warm air. The journey of the three wise men has become an exotic hunting trip, with cheetahs sitting on horseback. In the top right, finally, the Magi enter Bethlehem, then continue down to where the Child is. The star, almost close enough to touch, now shines above Joseph’s head. The three wise men from the East are represented as the three ages of man. During different stages of their lives, they have all been able to face their challenges. For them, as for me, travel was a source of knowledge and renewal. When I became an Italian citizen, I started to visit Europe with my children. These journeys were so different from the one that brought me to Italy many years ago. Today I am no longer afraid. Gentile da Fabriano, the artist who painted this precious panel, travelled a lot too. When he reached Florence he found a new way to make art, which he embraced with an open mind, although he remained faithful to his late-Gothic artistic roots. Thus, for example, he enjoys playing with illusions of depth, but at the same time he maintains as main points of view as there are episodes narrated in the painting. Opening up to new things while remaining true to ourselves is what I have done with my three children. As they grew up, they enjoyed the freedom of this country, but also the solid nature of their roots. In our house, we wake at dawn, and each one of us pray in silence. In the Koran, there is a verse that says: “My Lord, increase me in knowledge”. In my early days in Italy, prayer was not enough to soothe my worries. Knowledge led me to pray in a way that was more mature, aware. And it is talking about prayer that I perceive the great unity in this painting, given by the prevalence of gold. This was probably at the request of Palla Strozzi, the rich Florentine banker who commissioned this panel and is depicted behind the youngest of the Magi. On a symbolic level, however, gold refers to divine light and defines a holy space, bringing harmony even where there is diversity. True wealth does not lie in the material value of gold, but in faith, in knowledge and in the journey. The Magi went home “by another way” because their lives had changed. My life also changed, and today I am surprised to see, in the center of the predella, these small figures fleeing to safety, towards my land, Egypt.…

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#1 integrale | Gentile da Fabriano, Adorazione dei Magi 16:00

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GENTILE DA FABRIANO | Adorazione dei Magi | Uffizi, Sala 5-6 | Versione integrale | La narrazione è di Zeinab Kabil, la voce di Laura Curino | Leggi la scheda completa dell'opera su uffizi.it Gentile da Fabriano | Adoration of the Magi | Room 5-6 On a journey, following a star. To meet the Child, here in the foreground. In the three lunettes of the frame, we can follow the procession of the Magi. In the top left, the three wise men are gazing at the star from a mountain peak overlooking the sea. I wonder: is it possible that, in spite of their precious robes, they too felt the bewilderment and uncertainty of the journey? That, in spite of the lavish procession, they felt alone? That, once at their destination, they longed to return home? The sea breeze accompanied my journey. When I arrived in Italy, everything was new. The homesickness for my birthplace was replaced by the nostalgia for the person I was when I lived there. In the central lunette, the Magi are crossing an idyllic landscape to enter Jerusalem. I can smell the scent of my land, the embrace of the warm air. The journey of the three wise men has become an exotic hunting trip, with cheetahs sitting on horseback. In the top right, finally, the Magi enter Bethlehem, then continue down to where the Child is. The star, almost close enough to touch, now shines above Joseph’s head. The three wise men from the East are represented as the three ages of man. During different stages of their lives, they have all been able to face their challenges. For them, as for me, travel was a source of knowledge and renewal. When I became an Italian citizen, I started to visit Europe with my children. These journeys were so different from the one that brought me to Italy many years ago. Today I am no longer afraid. Gentile da Fabriano, the artist who painted this precious panel, travelled a lot too. When he reached Florence he found a new way to make art, which he embraced with an open mind, although he remained faithful to his late-Gothic artistic roots. Thus, for example, he enjoys playing with illusions of depth, but at the same time he maintains as main points of view as there are episodes narrated in the painting. Opening up to new things while remaining true to ourselves is what I have done with my three children. As they grew up, they enjoyed the freedom of this country, but also the solid nature of their roots. In our house, we wake at dawn, and each one of us pray in silence. In the Koran, there is a verse that says: “My Lord, increase me in knowledge”. In my early days in Italy, prayer was not enough to soothe my worries. Knowledge led me to pray in a way that was more mature, aware. And it is talking about prayer that I perceive the great unity in this painting, given by the prevalence of gold. This was probably at the request of Palla Strozzi, the rich Florentine banker who commissioned this panel and is depicted behind the youngest of the Magi. On a symbolic level, however, gold refers to divine light and defines a holy space, bringing harmony even where there is diversity. True wealth does not lie in the material value of gold, but in faith, in knowledge and in the journey. The Magi went home “by another way” because their lives had changed. My life also changed, and today I am surprised to see, in the center of the predella, these small figures fleeing to safety, towards my land, Egypt.…

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#1 arabo | Gentile da Fabriano, Adorazione dei Magi 21:55

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GENTILE DA FABRIANO | Adorazione dei Magi | Uffizi, Sala 5-6 | Lingua originale (Arabo) | La narrazione e la voce sono di Zeinab Kabil | Leggi la scheda completa dell'opera su uffizi.it Gentile da Fabriano | Adoration of the Magi | Room 5-6 On a journey, following a star. To meet the Child, here in the foreground. In the three lunettes of the frame, we can follow the procession of the Magi. In the top left, the three wise men are gazing at the star from a mountain peak overlooking the sea. I wonder: is it possible that, in spite of their precious robes, they too felt the bewilderment and uncertainty of the journey? That, in spite of the lavish procession, they felt alone? That, once at their destination, they longed to return home? The sea breeze accompanied my journey. When I arrived in Italy, everything was new. The homesickness for my birthplace was replaced by the nostalgia for the person I was when I lived there. In the central lunette, the Magi are crossing an idyllic landscape to enter Jerusalem. I can smell the scent of my land, the embrace of the warm air. The journey of the three wise men has become an exotic hunting trip, with cheetahs sitting on horseback. In the top right, finally, the Magi enter Bethlehem, then continue down to where the Child is. The star, almost close enough to touch, now shines above Joseph’s head. The three wise men from the East are represented as the three ages of man. During different stages of their lives, they have all been able to face their challenges. For them, as for me, travel was a source of knowledge and renewal. When I became an Italian citizen, I started to visit Europe with my children. These journeys were so different from the one that brought me to Italy many years ago. Today I am no longer afraid. Gentile da Fabriano, the artist who painted this precious panel, travelled a lot too. When he reached Florence he found a new way to make art, which he embraced with an open mind, although he remained faithful to his late-Gothic artistic roots. Thus, for example, he enjoys playing with illusions of depth, but at the same time he maintains as main points of view as there are episodes narrated in the painting. Opening up to new things while remaining true to ourselves is what I have done with my three children. As they grew up, they enjoyed the freedom of this country, but also the solid nature of their roots. In our house, we wake at dawn, and each one of us pray in silence. In the Koran, there is a verse that says: “My Lord, increase me in knowledge”. In my early days in Italy, prayer was not enough to soothe my worries. Knowledge led me to pray in a way that was more mature, aware. And it is talking about prayer that I perceive the great unity in this painting, given by the prevalence of gold. This was probably at the request of Palla Strozzi, the rich Florentine banker who commissioned this panel and is depicted behind the youngest of the Magi. On a symbolic level, however, gold refers to divine light and defines a holy space, bringing harmony even where there is diversity. True wealth does not lie in the material value of gold, but in faith, in knowledge and in the journey. The Magi went home “by another way” because their lives had changed. My life also changed, and today I am surprised to see, in the center of the predella, these small figures fleeing to safety, towards my land, Egypt.…

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#2 breve | Beato Angelico (attr.), Tebaide 9:49

6 years yang lalu9:49

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BEATO ANGELICO (attr.) | Tebaide | Uffizi, Sala 7 | Versione breve | La narrazione è di Mohammad Aletaha, la voce di Marco Paolini | Leggi la scheda completa dell'opera su uffizi.it Fra Angelico (attr.) | Thebaid | Room 7 In this painting, no one is alone. This is what struck me when I first approached the Thebaid : it should be a wasteland (the desert near Thebes, Egypt), yet it is a garden; it should be a place of solitude, yet it is filled with relationships. As Athanasius, Bishop of Alexandria, wrote, the desert had become “a city”. Mashhad is the name of an Iranian holy city; here, an imposing mausoleum was built in the name of the Imam Reza. A once small village was transformed into the most important destination for pilgrims in my country, and a sanctuary built around the mausoleum, creating a city within the city. The heart of the sanctuary is always full of people, even late at night. Many stories can be heard here. Relationships are formed, even among strangers. But when the people pray, personal silence descends. I think this painting reflects the two extremes of life: there is a space for silence and one for relationships. It is up to us to find a balance. The disorderly scene before us is only apparently so. Most episodes are taken from a collection of hagiographic texts, the Lives of the Desert Fathers , whose increasing spread through Italy determined the success of the Thebaid scenes. This success, however, was ephemeral: the Thebaids we know today, ten in total, were mainly painted in Florence over a period of just fifty years, starting in the early 15th century. Then they disappeared as suddenly as they had appeared. But this was just the beginning of their journey through time: the Thebaids , more often painted on panels rather than frescoed, were uprooted from their context, at times cut and disassembled. My friends and I were also split up. We used to go to the mountains together. In winter, we would proceed in single file, so that whoever was in front would leave footprints for the others to follow. Outside the refuge, at sunset, we would all be in a circle, laughing and eating, enjoying the natural surroundings and being together. With the Revolution and the war with Iraq, we all left or fled; all except one. For years, we lost sight of one another. Then, when each of us was settled, we were able to get back in touch. It is great to get together, like the reassembled fragments of a painting. Frescoed Thebaid scenes, seen by many, had a narrative purpose. Those on panels, seen by few, were a support for meditation. They were probably placed in the chapter house of monastic communities, where the Lives of the Fathers would be read aloud in the evening, and then visualized by each monk in the silence of his cell. I like to think that these monks lived through something similar to what I feel when I am fasting for Ramadan. It is a purification that trains the brain and the heart, suspends hunger and thirst. As a child, my father would take me to the mosque and we would pray with the others. Then preaching became too intolerant. I don’t like those who believe they possess the truth. For many years now, I have been praying alone. In the Thebaid , monks have their own cell or cave, but they live together in prayer. The relationships between them are full of gestures of care. No one is in command. No one feels superior to the others.…

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#2 integrale | Beato Angelico (attr.), Tebaide 17:07

6 years yang lalu17:07

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BEATO ANGELICO (attr.) | Tebaide | Uffizi, Sala 7 | Versione integrale | La narrazione è di Mohammad Aletaha, la voce di Marco Paolini | Leggi la scheda completa dell'opera su uffizi.it Fra Angelico (attr.) | Thebaid | Room 7 In this painting, no one is alone. This is what struck me when I first approached the Thebaid : it should be a wasteland (the desert near Thebes, Egypt), yet it is a garden; it should be a place of solitude, yet it is filled with relationships. As Athanasius, Bishop of Alexandria, wrote, the desert had become “a city”. Mashhad is the name of an Iranian holy city; here, an imposing mausoleum was built in the name of the Imam Reza. A once small village was transformed into the most important destination for pilgrims in my country, and a sanctuary built around the mausoleum, creating a city within the city. The heart of the sanctuary is always full of people, even late at night. Many stories can be heard here. Relationships are formed, even among strangers. But when the people pray, personal silence descends. I think this painting reflects the two extremes of life: there is a space for silence and one for relationships. It is up to us to find a balance. The disorderly scene before us is only apparently so. Most episodes are taken from a collection of hagiographic texts, the Lives of the Desert Fathers , whose increasing spread through Italy determined the success of the Thebaid scenes. This success, however, was ephemeral: the Thebaids we know today, ten in total, were mainly painted in Florence over a period of just fifty years, starting in the early 15th century. Then they disappeared as suddenly as they had appeared. But this was just the beginning of their journey through time: the Thebaids , more often painted on panels rather than frescoed, were uprooted from their context, at times cut and disassembled. My friends and I were also split up. We used to go to the mountains together. In winter, we would proceed in single file, so that whoever was in front would leave footprints for the others to follow. Outside the refuge, at sunset, we would all be in a circle, laughing and eating, enjoying the natural surroundings and being together. With the Revolution and the war with Iraq, we all left or fled; all except one. For years, we lost sight of one another. Then, when each of us was settled, we were able to get back in touch. It is great to get together, like the reassembled fragments of a painting. Frescoed Thebaid scenes, seen by many, had a narrative purpose. Those on panels, seen by few, were a support for meditation. They were probably placed in the chapter house of monastic communities, where the Lives of the Fathers would be read aloud in the evening, and then visualized by each monk in the silence of his cell. I like to think that these monks lived through something similar to what I feel when I am fasting for Ramadan. It is a purification that trains the brain and the heart, suspends hunger and thirst. As a child, my father would take me to the mosque and we would pray with the others. Then preaching became too intolerant. I don’t like those who believe they possess the truth. For many years now, I have been praying alone. In the Thebaid , monks have their own cell or cave, but they live together in prayer. The relationships between them are full of gestures of care. No one is in command. No one feels superior to the others.…

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#2 farsi | Beato Angelico (attr.), Tebaide 16:34

6 years yang lalu16:34

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BEATO ANGELICO (attr.) | Tebaide | Uffizi, Sala 7 | Lingua originale (Farsi) | La narrazione e la voce sono di Mohammad Aletaha | Leggi la scheda completa dell'opera su uffizi.it Fra Angelico (attr.) | Thebaid | Room 7 In this painting, no one is alone. This is what struck me when I first approached the Thebaid : it should be a wasteland (the desert near Thebes, Egypt), yet it is a garden; it should be a place of solitude, yet it is filled with relationships. As Athanasius, Bishop of Alexandria, wrote, the desert had become “a city”. Mashhad is the name of an Iranian holy city; here, an imposing mausoleum was built in the name of the Imam Reza. A once small village was transformed into the most important destination for pilgrims in my country, and a sanctuary built around the mausoleum, creating a city within the city. The heart of the sanctuary is always full of people, even late at night. Many stories can be heard here. Relationships are formed, even among strangers. But when the people pray, personal silence descends. I think this painting reflects the two extremes of life: there is a space for silence and one for relationships. It is up to us to find a balance. The disorderly scene before us is only apparently so. Most episodes are taken from a collection of hagiographic texts, the Lives of the Desert Fathers , whose increasing spread through Italy determined the success of the Thebaid scenes. This success, however, was ephemeral: the Thebaids we know today, ten in total, were mainly painted in Florence over a period of just fifty years, starting in the early 15th century. Then they disappeared as suddenly as they had appeared. But this was just the beginning of their journey through time: the Thebaids , more often painted on panels rather than frescoed, were uprooted from their context, at times cut and disassembled. My friends and I were also split up. We used to go to the mountains together. In winter, we would proceed in single file, so that whoever was in front would leave footprints for the others to follow. Outside the refuge, at sunset, we would all be in a circle, laughing and eating, enjoying the natural surroundings and being together. With the Revolution and the war with Iraq, we all left or fled; all except one. For years, we lost sight of one another. Then, when each of us was settled, we were able to get back in touch. It is great to get together, like the reassembled fragments of a painting. Frescoed Thebaid scenes, seen by many, had a narrative purpose. Those on panels, seen by few, were a support for meditation. They were probably placed in the chapter house of monastic communities, where the Lives of the Fathers would be read aloud in the evening, and then visualized by each monk in the silence of his cell. I like to think that these monks lived through something similar to what I feel when I am fasting for Ramadan. It is a purification that trains the brain and the heart, suspends hunger and thirst. As a child, my father would take me to the mosque and we would pray with the others. Then preaching became too intolerant. I don’t like those who believe they possess the truth. For many years now, I have been praying alone. In the Thebaid , monks have their own cell or cave, but they live together in prayer. The relationships between them are full of gestures of care. No one is in command. No one feels superior to the others.…

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#3 breve | Masaccio e Masolino, Sant'Anna Metterza 6:27

6 years yang lalu6:27

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MASACCIO E MASOLINO | Sant'Anna Metterza | Uffizi, Sala 7 | Versione breve | La narrazione è di Silvia Barlacchi, la voce di Paola Roscioli | Leggi la scheda completa dell'opera su uffizi.it Masaccio and Masolino | Virgin and Child with St. Anne | Room 7 A hand on a shoulder brings comfort, however small, slender and apparently fragile. This dual portrait of motherhood is all inside a vertical line: affection, protection, solidarity, trust, courage, from one to the other, through to the Child on his mother’s lap. This however, is not conveyed in words, but in gestures and presence. Now, in this room there is a mother holding her child, with another woman to protect and guide her. A look that follows affectionately, and one I know well . I am the mother of two girls but, before that, I was a daughter. Between my mother and myself, the same daily acts of care, but which were and said much more. My mother, behind me, speaking to me as she combed my hair: advice, deep and simple thoughts about things, while my gaze was elsewhere. Angels move around this apparition, guiding our eyes towards the group in the center, joined together by life. Mary’s dress delicately outlines her body, which still seems to bear the signs of pregnancy. In popular tradition, St Anne is the patron saint of mothers who have recently given birth. Hers is a safe presence behind Mary. In mid-air, her left hand extends above the Child, as if to create a protective space that is easily visible to her eyes. I am inside a grey room. It is day, but the lighting is artificial. I feel alone and wish there could be a hand to hold on to, to face this moment that will change my life forever. In my head, I can still hear the words of someone suggesting that the hand I was seeking was yours, Emma. There was so much pain, but your little hand brought us both out, into the real light. Like the tiny hand of Jesus, resting gently on his mother’s arm. Depicted behind Mary, St Anne was also referred to as “metterza”, i.e. placed in the third position in relation to the figures of Mary and Child. The panel was executed by two Florentine masters from the early 15th century: Masolino and Masaccio, two artists with different temperaments, who achieved an extraordinary balance in this painting. A hand on a shoulder means collaboration, interaction. The lives and careers of Masaccio and Masolino are woven together: perhaps the younger relied on the older one, and who knows if Masolino actually extended his protection to him. But the future is in Masaccio’s hands, as Mary’s is in hers, in the small, yet already powerful child she holds on her knee. Motherhood is a journey with so many conflicting feelings. You would never expect that this tiny, defenseless being could contain the strength to guide you through this new experience, as if he contained all the knowledge of life, renewed every time. I saw you the first time through a door left open. Before that, you were just a picture, pieces of paper: we filled in so many before we could complete your adoption. You came into the room and you stopped, frightened. Every part of me was filled with emotion. I didn’t know if I could touch you. Then I dried your tears, took your little hands and whispered a song in your own language I had learned especially for our meeting. You looked at me and I picked you up. At last I could hold you, and in that moment our lives were joined and we became a family, Sofia Zhiqun.…

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#3 integrale | Masaccio e Masolino, Sant'Anna Metterza 9:54

6 years yang lalu9:54

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MASACCIO E MASOLINO | Sant'Anna Metterza | Uffizi, Sala 7 | Versione integrale | La narrazione è di Silvia Barlacchi, la voce di Paola Roscioli | Leggi la scheda completa dell'opera su uffizi.it Masaccio and Masolino | Virgin and Child with St. Anne | Room 7 A hand on a shoulder brings comfort, however small, slender and apparently fragile. This dual portrait of motherhood is all inside a vertical line: affection, protection, solidarity, trust, courage, from one to the other, through to the Child on his mother’s lap. This however, is not conveyed in words, but in gestures and presence. Now, in this room there is a mother holding her child, with another woman to protect and guide her. A look that follows affectionately, and one I know well . I am the mother of two girls but, before that, I was a daughter. Between my mother and myself, the same daily acts of care, but which were and said much more. My mother, behind me, speaking to me as she combed my hair: advice, deep and simple thoughts about things, while my gaze was elsewhere. Angels move around this apparition, guiding our eyes towards the group in the center, joined together by life. Mary’s dress delicately outlines her body, which still seems to bear the signs of pregnancy. In popular tradition, St Anne is the patron saint of mothers who have recently given birth. Hers is a safe presence behind Mary. In mid-air, her left hand extends above the Child, as if to create a protective space that is easily visible to her eyes. I am inside a grey room. It is day, but the lighting is artificial. I feel alone and wish there could be a hand to hold on to, to face this moment that will change my life forever. In my head, I can still hear the words of someone suggesting that the hand I was seeking was yours, Emma. There was so much pain, but your little hand brought us both out, into the real light. Like the tiny hand of Jesus, resting gently on his mother’s arm. Depicted behind Mary, St Anne was also referred to as “metterza”, i.e. placed in the third position in relation to the figures of Mary and Child. The panel was executed by two Florentine masters from the early 15th century: Masolino and Masaccio, two artists with different temperaments, who achieved an extraordinary balance in this painting. A hand on a shoulder means collaboration, interaction. The lives and careers of Masaccio and Masolino are woven together: perhaps the younger relied on the older one, and who knows if Masolino actually extended his protection to him. But the future is in Masaccio’s hands, as Mary’s is in hers, in the small, yet already powerful child she holds on her knee. Motherhood is a journey with so many conflicting feelings. You would never expect that this tiny, defenseless being could contain the strength to guide you through this new experience, as if he contained all the knowledge of life, renewed every time. I saw you the first time through a door left open. Before that, you were just a picture, pieces of paper: we filled in so many before we could complete your adoption. You came into the room and you stopped, frightened. Every part of me was filled with emotion. I didn’t know if I could touch you. Then I dried your tears, took your little hands and whispered a song in your own language I had learned especially for our meeting. You looked at me and I picked you up. At last I could hold you, and in that moment our lives were joined and we became a family, Sofia Zhiqun.…

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#4 integrale | Sandro Botticelli, Annunciazione 6:36

6 years yang lalu6:36

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SANDRO BOTTICELLI | Annunciazione | Uffizi, Sala 10-14 | Versione breve | La narrazione è di Diana Kong, la voce di Lucilla Giagnoni | Leggi la scheda completa dell'opera su uffizi.it Sandro Botticelli | Annunciation (detached fresco ) | Room 10-14 This fresco was painted for the Church of San Martino at the Spedale di Santa Maria della Scala in Florence, where abandoned children were taken in. Right away I think: this is why Mary's arms are empty and she wears a frown. I don't think that in this world there exists a mother who truly wants to leave her child! For sure, there must be an unspeakable reason to do so. From 1478 to 1479, Florence was struck by a terrible plague; many of the victims were buried in the monastery attached to the church. In 1481, Botticelli was paid for the creation of an Annunciation, probably a votive offering to the Virgin Mary for the end of the epidemic. The background filled with a quiet and beautiful nature could comfort people. The angel could bring them good news. I do not believe it is by chance that the angel's point of view is the one from which to admire the entire scene. The fresco was located in the loggia before the church entrance, right on top of the door, and the angel was seen right in the centre by those who entered. It was the Annunciation, and not the Spring that struck me when I entered this room. Its light and transparent colors gave me a sense of peace; the wide-open space made me breathe. Mary’s home overlooks this space. It is a rich household. In the shadows of the room there is a very clean and well-made bed, too much so: I would not like to sleep on this bed. What I love is the air that moves through the arches. Natural light filters through the enclosed garden, and beyond, a landscape. In China I lived with my family in a large apartment, but from our windows we could only see the skyscraper in front of us. It's unpleasant to not have an open view. If I had a house like this, it would be perfect. However, if I were living alone in such a big space, I would not be happy. Just as my parents feel the house is silent since I left. I look at the Virgin in the fresco. She looks a bit sad and solitary. The canopy, carpet and lectern create a space of her own, where she can feel close to God. Her arms seem to create a space for a child who is not there yet. An imaginary door has just opened in front of her. A strange wind accompanies the arrival of the angel. His feet have not yet touched the ground. The news he is bringing to Mary travels through the light. In the space between the angel and Mary, I immediately felt how distant my family is. Every time I travel, I send a postcard to my mother. She collects them all in a box. They are important to create a memory, a story we can share; otherwise, not much would remain of these years spent far away from each other. The postcards do not always arrive in the order in which I sent them; some get lost, but it is not important. In this world, nothing is perfect. The angel comes to bring news about me to my family. The angel will then leave, and Mary will be alone again. The environment where Mary lives is open, full of air. The precious marble patterns of the floor make the scene even dreamier. An ideal world, but one within reach, if only we were able to give ourselves space and time. This home has no doors. Outside there is no one. In the distance, the poetry of nature. It will soon be dusk.…

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#4 cinese | Sandro Botticelli, Annunciazione 8:43

6 years yang lalu8:43

8:43

SANDRO BOTTICELLI | Annunciazione | Uffizi, Sala 10-14 | Lingua originale (Cinese Mandarino) | La narrazione e la voce sono di Diana Kong | Leggi la scheda completa dell'opera su uffizi.it Sandro Botticelli | Annunciation (detached fresco ) | Room 10-14 This fresco was painted for the Church of San Martino at the Spedale di Santa Maria della Scala in Florence, where abandoned children were taken in. Right away I think: this is why Mary's arms are empty and she wears a frown. I don't think that in this world there exists a mother who truly wants to leave her child! For sure, there must be an unspeakable reason to do so. From 1478 to 1479, Florence was struck by a terrible plague; many of the victims were buried in the monastery attached to the church. In 1481, Botticelli was paid for the creation of an Annunciation, probably a votive offering to the Virgin Mary for the end of the epidemic. The background filled with a quiet and beautiful nature could comfort people. The angel could bring them good news. I do not believe it is by chance that the angel's point of view is the one from which to admire the entire scene. The fresco was located in the loggia before the church entrance, right on top of the door, and the angel was seen right in the centre by those who entered. It was the Annunciation, and not the Spring that struck me when I entered this room. Its light and transparent colors gave me a sense of peace; the wide-open space made me breathe. Mary’s home overlooks this space. It is a rich household. In the shadows of the room there is a very clean and well-made bed, too much so: I would not like to sleep on this bed. What I love is the air that moves through the arches. Natural light filters through the enclosed garden, and beyond, a landscape. In China I lived with my family in a large apartment, but from our windows we could only see the skyscraper in front of us. It's unpleasant to not have an open view. If I had a house like this, it would be perfect. However, if I were living alone in such a big space, I would not be happy. Just as my parents feel the house is silent since I left. I look at the Virgin in the fresco. She looks a bit sad and solitary. The canopy, carpet and lectern create a space of her own, where she can feel close to God. Her arms seem to create a space for a child who is not there yet. An imaginary door has just opened in front of her. A strange wind accompanies the arrival of the angel. His feet have not yet touched the ground. The news he is bringing to Mary travels through the light. In the space between the angel and Mary, I immediately felt how distant my family is. Every time I travel, I send a postcard to my mother. She collects them all in a box. They are important to create a memory, a story we can share; otherwise, not much would remain of these years spent far away from each other. The postcards do not always arrive in the order in which I sent them; some get lost, but it is not important. In this world, nothing is perfect. The angel comes to bring news about me to my family. The angel will then leave, and Mary will be alone again. The environment where Mary lives is open, full of air. The precious marble patterns of the floor make the scene even dreamier. An ideal world, but one within reach, if only we were able to give ourselves space and time. This home has no doors. Outside there is no one. In the distance, the poetry of nature. It will soon be dusk.…

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#5 breve | Sandro Botticelli, Annunciazione di Cestello e Cristo in Pietà 8:10

6 years yang lalu8:10

8:10

SANDRO BOTTICELLI | Annunciazione di Cestello e Cristo in Pietà | Uffizi, Sala 10-14 | Versione breve | La narrazione è di Fabiana Bianchini, la voce di Maria Paiato | Leggi la scheda completa dell'opera su uffizi.it Sandro Botticell i | The Cestello Annunciation and Pietà | Room 10-14 The hands are suspended in space, as if waiting. The angel has just arrived. A puff of wind passes through his light veil. Like conception, like life: a gasp, a breath. He kneels, a hand outstretched towards Mary to reassure her. Distracted from her reading, the Virgin almost turns upon herself; her gaze is turned inwards, as if listening to the heartbeat. One hand says “wait”, the other is level with her heart. It takes time to take in a piece of news. The announcement changes the Virgin: life changes with a child. The life growing inside you brings immense emotions with it. You are no longer alone; there’s someone living in your womb, the perfect home. When I was expecting my daughter, she lived perfectly inside me and had everything she needed through me. Wait! I’m not ready! Perhaps I am enough for you now, but later, when I am no longer your perfect dwelling place? What will become of us? Wait! One needs time to understand, to accept. Mary accepts her son, and her pain too, as foreshadowed in the Pietà in the bottom of the frame. It is difficult to accept what can be taken away. Here, where the angel has just landed, we find ourselves in the shelter of a home. Gabriel, silhouetted against the door, is somehow outside Mary’s domestic space; at the same time, by bursting into the house, he brings God’s breath into a human space. Mary’s womb contains divine life and breath; it is a perfect home, but with time it will inevitably become too small. Perhaps we are all seeking the perfect home, but all the places where we live push us out at some point. Behind the angel there is a door, with glimpses of a walled garden – a reference to Mary’s purity – and a magnificent view. Botticelli has painted a young tree in the middle. Some experts think it is an ash: a Marian plant, lethal to snakes like the Virgin is lethal to the devil. Other academics see it as an oak. I like to think it is. Its roots can emerge from the soil and re-enter it in more distant places, drawing ever more strength. Botticelli painted this Annunciation during a religious crisis triggered by the preaching in Florence of Girolamo Savonarola, the Dominican friar who played a leading role in establishing the Republic in 1494. His sermons profoundly affected the artist who for years had been the leading exponent of the neo-Platonic culture promoted by the Medici family. Here, in this austere space, the figures of Mary and the angel are animated by a spiritual tension not found in Botticelli’s previous work. The painting, which had originally been painted for the Church of Cestello, arrived in the Uffizi in 1872. That same Gallery is where I began to work as a museum guard in 1986. But I didn’t look at the artworks; I was too much in pain. I really became aware of the Cestello Annunciation when I was asked to choose a painting. I felt something in those hands, which Mary holds as if protecting her heart. The baby’s heart, the first thing detected in a scan. It’s the only thing you see, a breath, a beat... That is why I chose this painting, or it chose me, because after all, it is artworks that reflect our emotions, they resemble us, and call on us to weave our stories with theirs.…

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#5 integrale | Sandro Botticelli, Annunciazione di Cestello e Cristo in Pietà 12:29

6 years yang lalu12:29

12:29

SANDRO BOTTICELLI | Annunciazione di Cestello e Cristo in Pietà | Uffizi, Sala 10-14 | Versione integrale | La narrazione è di Fabiana Bianchini, la voce di Maria Paiato | Leggi la scheda completa dell'opera su uffizi.it Sandro Botticell i | The Cestello Annunciation and Pietà | Room 10-14 The hands are suspended in space, as if waiting. The angel has just arrived. A puff of wind passes through his light veil. Like conception, like life: a gasp, a breath. He kneels, a hand outstretched towards Mary to reassure her. Distracted from her reading, the Virgin almost turns upon herself; her gaze is turned inwards, as if listening to the heartbeat. One hand says “wait”, the other is level with her heart. It takes time to take in a piece of news. The announcement changes the Virgin: life changes with a child. The life growing inside you brings immense emotions with it. You are no longer alone; there’s someone living in your womb, the perfect home. When I was expecting my daughter, she lived perfectly inside me and had everything she needed through me. Wait! I’m not ready! Perhaps I am enough for you now, but later, when I am no longer your perfect dwelling place? What will become of us? Wait! One needs time to understand, to accept. Mary accepts her son, and her pain too, as foreshadowed in the Pietà in the bottom of the frame. It is difficult to accept what can be taken away. Here, where the angel has just landed, we find ourselves in the shelter of a home. Gabriel, silhouetted against the door, is somehow outside Mary’s domestic space; at the same time, by bursting into the house, he brings God’s breath into a human space. Mary’s womb contains divine life and breath; it is a perfect home, but with time it will inevitably become too small. Perhaps we are all seeking the perfect home, but all the places where we live push us out at some point. Behind the angel there is a door, with glimpses of a walled garden – a reference to Mary’s purity – and a magnificent view. Botticelli has painted a young tree in the middle. Some experts think it is an ash: a Marian plant, lethal to snakes like the Virgin is lethal to the devil. Other academics see it as an oak. I like to think it is. Its roots can emerge from the soil and re-enter it in more distant places, drawing ever more strength. Botticelli painted this Annunciation during a religious crisis triggered by the preaching in Florence of Girolamo Savonarola, the Dominican friar who played a leading role in establishing the Republic in 1494. His sermons profoundly affected the artist who for years had been the leading exponent of the neo-Platonic culture promoted by the Medici family. Here, in this austere space, the figures of Mary and the angel are animated by a spiritual tension not found in Botticelli’s previous work. The painting, which had originally been painted for the Church of Cestello, arrived in the Uffizi in 1872. That same Gallery is where I began to work as a museum guard in 1986. But I didn’t look at the artworks; I was too much in pain. I really became aware of the Cestello Annunciation when I was asked to choose a painting. I felt something in those hands, which Mary holds as if protecting her heart. The baby’s heart, the first thing detected in a scan. It’s the only thing you see, a breath, a beat... That is why I chose this painting, or it chose me, because after all, it is artworks that reflect our emotions, they resemble us, and call on us to weave our stories with theirs.…

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#6 breve | Sandro Botticelli, Primavera 7:03

6 years yang lalu7:03

7:03

SANDRO BOTTICELLI | Primavera | Uffizi, Sala 10-14 | Versione breve | La narrazione è di Kuassi Sessou, la voce di Marco Baliani | Leggi la scheda completa dell'opera su uffizi.it Sandro Botticelli | Spring | Room 10-14 This garden is like paradise. An earthly paradise where everything had meaning, before the arrival of man. I tried to imagine this meadow empty. The variety of flowers is immense. Everything is perfect, unspoiled. Every detail contributes to the whole. In my eyes, all this takes on an extraordinary affinity with African spirituality: at its center is Nature as a divinity that may be found in the trees, the river, the sun, the wind. That same wind that here, in the Spring by Botticelli, puffs out the clothes, fertilizes the plants, a breath of life that permeates everything. The Spring is a masterpiece of profane art, yet I find it has a strong religious dimension. I start to move across the meadow. The slender trunks of the orange trees slowly become more imposing as I enter, creating darkness around me, taking me back to my childhood: it’s four in the morning, my uncle is holding the hand of my brother, who needs care; he starts to speak in a language I don’t know, because the ritual needs words other than everyday language. Not everyone enters the sacred woods. That wood is a place that needs utmost silence and respect, because it’s where one goes to meet the gods, to speak with plants. This wood, too, is a sacred space, ready to welcome divine presences. A gust of wind and Zephyr bursts onto the scene. With his breath of life, he fertilizes the nymph Cloris, who is transformed into Flora. Venus, the goddess of love and fertility, appears in the center. Above her, Cupid is ready to fire off his arrow. The wave-like movement continues with the Three Graces and ends with Mercury, chasing off the clouds that threaten the end of spring. Although the mythological characters are easy to identify, the meaning of their meeting has given rise to countless interpretations. Many are linked to the Medici, who commissioned the Spring . Some scholars see it as a political celebration of Florence flourishing under their rule. On a philosophical level, the painting shows the journey to perfection of the soul, also alluding to the Medici, patrons of the neo-platonic Academy: Zephyr is the sensual power of love; thanks to the mediation of Venus, it is transformed into a higher form, the love that is given, represented by the Three Graces; finally, Mercury aims for supreme perfection, that of the heavens. My gaze returns to the meadow, to the feet of these three ethereal girls dancing. It is such a perfect dance as to seem completed. Yet this is the point of the painting that invites me to enter. I would enter in small steps, like I did as a child. Suddenly, you find yourself inside the circle. You start doing what the others do, and become part of that circle. The dance, held once a year, followed a precise ritual: to implore gods, chase out sickness and bring health, but also to explain the roundness of the earth, the central position of human beings. Different gestures and contexts, but is it so distant from the man lord of all things celebrated in 15th century-Florence? It is not possible to remain in the sacred woods, the woods of Venus, but whatever is learned there can be taken with you. And it is a shame for those who did not know how to walk through it.…

6 years yang lalu11:08

11:08

LUCA SIGNORELLI | Sacra Famiglia | Uffizi, Sala 31 | Lingua originale (Arabo) | La narrazione è di Magdy Hassan e Eliana Caputo | Le voci sono di Magdy Hassan e Zeinab Kabil Leggi la scheda completa dell'opera su uffizi.it Luca Signorelli | Holy Family | Room 31 It all revolves around the Child. Joseph looks as though he has just arrived. With his leg, he encloses the space around Jesus, as if to protect him. His figure is bent to adapt to the shape of the painting. He approaches Mary and the child as if on tiptoe, with an attitude almost of reverence before the mystery of motherhood. Mary is beautiful, at ease in this space. She is engrossed in the book she is reading. To our eyes she is not melancholy, as many have interpreted her, because she is thinking of the fate of Jesus... To our eyes, Mary is a serene mother who is reading and teaching her child. The book on the ground and the one in her hands represent the passage from the old religion, founded on law, to the new one, based on love. She is not afraid of what’s to come... She is living in the moment. Jesus has just turned around; he is surrounded by the tenderness and teachings of Mary, the adoration and protection of Joseph. With his hand, he stops his mother's reading, his gaze moves beyond the figure of his father. Joseph’s face is hollowed and grey. The contrast between his dull complexion and the brightly colored scarf seems to reveal an inner state. It is as if he were bowing before the force of the divine plan. He has great difficulty in accepting not so much the mystery of a child that is not his, as the consequences of this mystery. He silently promises Mary and Jesus that he will do all he can to protect them. Here we are: me, you and our son, Riccardo. We three inside a circle that is like a protective boundary, enclosing our ability to find strength together, to manage our pain. When he was born, a happy event abruptly turned into a tragedy. We were not aware of how painful the consequences of that trauma caused by just a few seconds without oxygen would be… Here he is, our son, at the heart of the turmoil that upturned our lives. It wasn’t easy to accept the damage done to Riccardo. The circle of pain closed itself around our lives: every time we tried to get out, even in happy moments such as the birth of two more children, we had to go back inside again. Our pain is powerful, though, it is our strength. It is the same strength that has enabled Riccardo to achieve the unthinkable. He feels pain but, unlike us, he can see beyond the circle, almost stubbornly. I want my child not to depend on me. We have created a space for him, a social life. It's our life that is closed. When we get home, it’s as though nothing else exists. Our flat is small, movement is limited. I don’t think it is a coincidence that this Holy Family made me stop and think. It was painted at the end of the 15th century by Luca Signorelli, the artist described by various art historians as the forerunner of Michelangelo. The figures have an almost sculpted quality, and the space around them is so claustrophobic that Mary and Joseph seem almost projected outside the surface of the painting. The idea of a circle that closes and isolates strikes a deep chord in me, as does St. Joseph’s attitude: attentive and protective, but apart. Yet, with his entrance, Joseph gives balance to the composition, a kind of completion to the family.…

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