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- Herausgeber: GAEditori
- Kategorie: Geisteswissenschaft
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022
Leonardo da Vinci and A Memory of His Childhood is a 1910 essay by Sigmund Freud about Leonardo da Vinci. It consists of a psychoanalytic study of Leonardo's life based on his paintings
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LEONARDO DA VINCI
A PSYCHOSEXUAL STUDY OF AN
INFANTILE REMINISCENCE
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WHEN psychoanalytic investigation, which usually contents itself with frail
human material, approaches the great personages of humanity, it is not impelled
to it by motives which are often attributed to it by laymen. It does not strive "to blacken the radiant and to drag the sublime into the mire"; it finds no satisfaction in diminishing the distance between the perfection of the great and the
inadequacy of the ordinary objects. But it cannot help finding that everything is
worthy of understanding that can be perceived through those prototypes, and it
also believes that none is so big as to be ashamed of being subject to the laws which control the normal and morbid actions with the same strictness.
Leonardo da Vinci (1452-1519) was admired even by his contemporaries as
one of the greatest men of the Italian Renaissance, still even then he appeared as
mysterious to them as he now appears to us. An all-sided genius, "whose form
can only be divined but never deeply fathomed," he exerted the most decisive influence on his time as an artist; and it remained to us to recognize his greatness
as a naturalist which was united in him with the artist. Although he left masterpieces of the art of painting, while his scientific discoveries remained unpublished and unused, the investigator in him has never quite left the artist, often it has severely injured the artist and in the end it has perhaps suppressed the artist altogether. According to Vasari, Leonardo reproached himself during the last hour of his life for having insulted God and men because he has not done
his duty to his art. And even if Vasari's story lacks all probability and belongs to those legends which began to be woven about the mystic master while he was
still living, it nevertheless retains indisputable value as a testimonial of the judgment of those people and of those times.
What was it that removed the personality of Leonardo from the understanding
of his contemporaries? Certainly not the many sidedness of his capacities and knowledge, which allowed him to install himself as a player of the lyre on an instrument invented by himself, in the court of Lodovico Sforza, nicknamed Il Moro, the Duke of Milan, or which allowed him to write to the same person that
remarkable letter in which he boasts of his abilities as a civil and military engineer. For the combination of manifold talents in the same person was not unusual in the times of the Renaissance; to be sure Leonardo himself furnished
one of the most splendid examples of such persons. Nor did he belong to that type of genial persons who are outwardly poorly endowed by nature, and who on
their side place no value on the outer forms of life, and in the painful gloominess
of their feelings fly from human relations. On the contrary he was tall and symmetrically built, of consummate beauty of countenance and of unusual
physical strength, he was charming in his manner, a master of speech, and jovial
and affectionate to everybody. He loved beauty in the objects of his
surroundings, he was fond of wearing magnificent garments and appreciated
every refinement of conduct. In his treatise on the art of painting he compares in a significant passage the art of painting with its sister arts and thus discusses
the difficulties of the sculptor: "Now his face is entirely smeared and powdered
with marble dust, so that he looks like a baker, he is covered with small marble
splinters, so that it seems as if it snowed on his back, and his house is full of stone splinters, and dust. The case of the painter is quite different from that; for
the painter is well dressed and sits with great comfort before his work, he gently
and very lightly brushes in the beautiful colors. He wears as decorative clothes
as he likes, and his house is filled with beautiful paintings and is spotlessly clean. He often enjoys company, music, or some one may read for him various
nice works, and all this can be listened to with great pleasure, undisturbed by any
pounding from the hammer and other noises."
It is quite possible that the conception of a beaming jovial and happy Leonardo
was true only for the first and longer period of the master's life. From now on,
when the downfall of the rule of Lodovico Moro forced him to leave Milan, his
sphere of action and his assured position, to lead an unsteady and unsuccessful
life until his last asylum in France, it is possible that the luster of his disposition
became pale and some odd features of his character became more prominent.
The turning of his interest from his art to science which increased with age must
have also been responsible for widening the gap between himself and his
contemporaries. All his efforts with which, according to their opinion, he wasted
his time instead of diligently filling orders and becoming rich as perhaps his former classmate Perugino, seemed to his contemporaries as capricious playing,
or even caused them to suspect him of being in the service of the "black art." We who know him from his sketches understand him better. In a time in which the
authority of the church began to be substituted by that of antiquity and in which
only theoretical investigation existed, he the forerunner, or better the worthy competitor of Bacon and Copernicus, was necessarily isolated. When he
dissected cadavers of horses and human beings, and built flying apparatus, or when he studied the nourishment of plants and their behavior towards poisons, he naturally deviated much from the commentators of Aristotle and came nearer
the despised alchemists, in whose laboratories the experimental investigations found some refuge during these unfavorable times.
The effect that this had on his paintings was that he disliked to handle the brush, he painted less and what was more often the case, the things he began were mostly left unfinished; he cared less and less for the future fate of his works. It was this mode of working that was held up to him as a reproach from
his contemporaries to whom his behavior to his art remained a riddle.
Many of Leonardo's later admirers have attempted to wipe off the stain of
unsteadiness from his character. They maintained that what is blamed in
Leonardo is a general characteristic of great artists. They said that even the energetic Michelangelo who was absorbed in his work left many incompleted
works, which was as little due to his fault as to Leonardo's in the same case.
Besides some pictures were not as unfinished as he claimed, and what the
layman would call a masterpiece may still appear to the creator of the work of art as an unsatisfied embodiment of his intentions; he has a faint notion of a perfection which he despairs of reproducing in likeness. Least of all should the
artist be held responsible for the fate which befalls his works.
As plausible as some of these excuses may sound they nevertheless do not
explain the whole state of affairs which we find in Leonardo. The painful
struggle with the work, the final flight from it and the indifference to its future
fate may be seen in many other artists, but this behavior is shown in Leonardo to
highest degree. Edm. Solmi cites (p. 12) the expression of one of his pupils:
"Pareva, che ad ogni ora tremasse, quando si poneva a dipingere, e però no diede
mai fine ad alcuna cosa cominciata, considerando la grandezza dell'arte, tal che egli scorgeva errori in quelle cose, che ad altri parevano miracoli." His last pictures, Leda, the Madonna di Saint Onofrio, Bacchus and St. John the Baptist,
remained unfinished "come quasi intervenne di tutte le cose sue." Lomazzo,
who finished a copy of The Holy Supper, refers in a sonnet to the familiar inability of Leonardo to finish his works:
"Protogen che il penel di sue pitture
Non levava, agguaglio il Vinci Divo,
Di cui opra non è finita pure."
The slowness with which Leonardo worked was proverbial. After the most
thorough preliminary studies he painted The Holy Supper for three years in the
cloister of Santa Maria delle Grazie in Milan. One of his contemporaries, Matteo
Bandelli, the writer of novels, who was then a young monk in the cloister, relates
that Leonardo often ascended the scaffold very early in the morning and did not
leave the brush out of his hand until twilight, never thinking of eating or drinking. Then days passed without putting his hand on it, sometimes he
remained for hours before the painting and derived satisfaction from studying it
by himself. At other times he came directly to the cloister from the palace of the
Milanese Castle where he formed the model of the equestrian statue for
Francesco Sforza, in order to add a few strokes with the brush to one of the figures and then stopped immediately . According to Vasari he worked for years on the portrait of Monna Lisa, the wife of the Florentine de Gioconda, without being able to bring it to completion. This circumstance may also account
for the fact that it was never delivered to the one who ordered it but remained with Leonardo who took it with him to France. Having been procured by King Francis I, it now forms one of the greatest treasures of the Louvre.
When one compares these reports about Leonardo's way of working with the
evidence of the extraordinary amount of sketches and studies left by him, one is
bound altogether to reject the idea that traits of flightiness and unsteadiness exerted the slightest influence on Leonardo's relation to his art. On the contrary
one notices a very extraordinary absorption in work, a richness in possibilities in
which a decision could be reached only hestitatingly, claims which could hardly
be satisfied, and an inhibition in the execution which could not even be
explained by the inevitable backwardness of the artist behind his ideal purpose.
The slowness which was striking in Leonardo's works from the very beginning
proved to be a symptom of his inhibition, a forerunner of his turning away from
painting which manifested itself later. It was this slowness which decided the not undeserving fate of The Holy Supper. Leonardo could not take kindly to the
art of fresco painting which demands quick work while the background is still moist, it was for this reason that he chose oil colors, the drying of which permitted him to complete the picture according to his mood and leisure. But these colors separated themselves from the background upon which they were
painted and which isolated them from the brick wall; the blemishes of this wall
