My Transcendent Moment
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Transcendent Moments April Pierce It was a difficult thing to think that, during a trip, I would decide that I would have a transcendent moment. It’s not exactly something you plan ahead to do. I considered quite a few options of things to do while I was here on my day off in order for something like this to happen and now I am amused to find that it is difficult to narrow the experiences down. Santa Spirito The Basilica di Santa Spirito was one of the first churches where I was not distracted by the decorations in gold or by the statues or frescoes but instead, where I was completely focused on the feeling of space. In the presentations during spring 2008, we heard the Basilica being compared to a forest of pillars. In that space, I felt it. When I stepped out from under the side aisles into the transept area where the ceiling expands upwards dramatically, I felt my breath catch. It was unique. Basilica di Santa Spirito Il Pescatore at the Museo Bargello Museo Bargello In the Museo Bargello, I had a realization about why Florence was so unique and why a person could not give up what they love. I was sitting in the main cortile sketching a statue called “Il Pescatore”. I was wrestling with it. The statue was so fantastic in that it really looked like a boy who had just captured a fish and was struggling to hold it. But I couldn’t capture it on paper. This is when I realized how attractive this place is to artists. In this city, one can go into numerous museos, palazzos, and gardens while sketching to their heart’s content. They can wrestle with these images all they like and, by doing so, improve. 1 At the same time, there was a girl sitting next to me who was evidently fairing much better with her battle against Il Pescatore. It was humbling as well. I realized that no matter how I am doing I can always do better and that I should strive for it. I should not be intimidated by the people who are doing better, but be encouraged and inspired to achieve that level in whatever activity I wish. View from San Miniato al Monte San Miniato al Monte The trip up to San Miniato al Monte was an experience in itself. I went up late one afternoon with some food, a drink and some water to see the church and watch the sunset. As I was walking up the long Via Michelangelo, I was struck suddenly through the trees by a view of the Duomo. It was the first view of the day and it was breathtaking. Seeing the view from the mountain was fantastic. All the pictures I had seen of the city must have been from that Transcendent Moments Transcendent location. It just made me realize that I was here, in this space, looking over the city I had learned about from home. A place I had heard about, not only in University and for this course, but from other studies of art and from when I was younger in high school hearing about Michelangelo for the first time. It was excellent. Sketching at San Minatio al Monte 2 Laurentian Library It is difficult to explain the connection I feel to books and how that connects to seeing books that were created in the ninth or tenth century. The idea of a book for me is a piece of knowledge as well as a piece of art. The information presented is the knowledge; the art is how it is presented. For regular books there are usually those two levels in accordance with literature, so the story or information is useful and how it is explained is beautiful. But for books that have been hand crafted, it feels like there is another level on the physical aesthetic side. The level of detail and pure craftsmanship accompanied by the idea that people would read these pieces of art as we do to our books that have been mass made is something special. In the Laurentian Library, we just those kinds of books. Handmade bibles and other study material was presented with the idea that regular people, that is people who are not connected to the church, would be able to go in and access this material. That was the significance of this place. Uffizi The Uffizi was important as a place where I ran into the Tiziano “Venus of Urbino”. The significance of the encounter with that piece is due to the art history and theory classes I had taken as a fine arts student at the SFU Burnaby campus and the study of “Olympia” by Monet. In several of the classes, they talked about Olympia and how it directly references the Venus in several ways, through the composition, the painting technique, and the symbolic references. It was strange in that it was like running into someone, an old friend, you haven’t spoken to in years, then suddenly there they are looking better than ever. That was a unique experience due to the amount of time spent away from the subject. Transcendent Moments Transcendent Uffizi Gallery outside Loggia by Piazza Signoria 3 Loggia The Loggia at Piazza Signoria was significant in reference to Bernini and his piece Pluto and Proserpina. In the Bernini sculpture we studied in Vancouver, the composition and technique of making the figures look as real as possible was a reference to the sculpture the Rape of the Sabines. This was fascinating in that it made a connection for me in terms of how I will look at the Pluto and Proserpina in the future. Museo San Marco In the monks’ cells in the Museo San Marco, I had an experience relating to the space and the frescoes depicting scenes from the New Testament of the Bible. While I was in the space, there was a member of the group who was curious about the significance of the pieces in relation to the story of Christ and Christianity. It had been a long time since I had related that story to anyone and it was an excellent feeling to be able to relate it afresh with images to accompany it that happened to occur in a place where the inhabitants considered it for long periods of time. Transcendent Moments Transcendent 4 Transcendent Moments Kind Interactions: Hill Town to Hill City On the very first day that there were no scheduled places to visit, I decided that, even though I had not yet acquired a map, I would head into the Centro to begin my experience of the space. This was to be a trip to try and orient myself, I was not looking for any museums to visit, but rather I was treating this city how I had treated Rome: as a place to enjoy the daily movements of the people living here. The only problem with that concept is that, a lot of the people in the Centro were not locals at all and, by the afternoon I was feeling a bit disheartened. Bookstore and books I stumbled onto a street at that time which was sparsely inhabited and, on that street, was a bookshop. This was not your typical bookstore, it did not have a sign, it did not have any Transcendent Moments Transcendent free counters, and it was basically a storage space that had been crammed with as many pieces of literature and otherwise as possible. This looked promising. Inside the shop there stood two gentlemen speaking in Italian. When I entered, they looked at me and the gentleman I took to be the owner calmly looked over and greeted me coolly. I told him in Italian that I was just looking and he returned to his conversation. This was not satisfactory. I was a bit desperate for some interaction at this point and decided to ask if there was a classics section. He looked at me. “What kind of classics? Italian classics? Foreign classics? Dante?” “Dante.” I said quickly, glad that I had taken the Italian class back at home since he spoke no English. He then showed me over to a stack of books about three feet tall all on Dante. That was disappointing. There was nothing else to latch onto there. However, it seemed that at least asking a question was a good start. As I walked around the shop he began mentioning the different sections and their organizational patterns. 5 I asked him then a question most people who work in bookstores like to be asked. “Che e tuo libro favorite?” He looked at me and slowly, a smile began to spread across his face. He then led me around the store, handing over books to me while explaining about them. He spoke very quickly, but it was fun to see someone expressing their love of writing. Since this was a used bookstore as well, the books were relatively inexpensive, usually around 4-6 euro. After looking through the books he had shown to me, I decided it might be a good idea to pick up a poetry book called “Vita d’un Uomo”. It was poetry, so at least I could appreciate the language and they were short stanzas that I was most likely able to translate. I set the book down. “Prendo questo.” He looked at it. He nodded his approval. “Tre Euro.” I looked at the price on the book. Four Euro. This was excellent. I thanked him profusely as I began getting the money out.