The Man
“Itwasinthemarrowofhisbonestocreateonlythefinesthecouldproduce;tocreatefarbeyondhisabilitiesbecausehecouldbecontentwithnothingthatwasnotnew,fresh,different,apalpableextensionofthewholeoftheart.Hehadnevercompromisedwithquality;hisintegrityasamanandanartistwastherockonwhichhislifewasbuilt.Ifhesplitthatrockbyindifference,bygivinglessthantheexhaustingbestofhimself,ifhewerecontentmerelytogetby,whatwasleftofhim?”
ThatwasMichelangelo,inIrvingStone’s‘TheAgonyandtheEcstasy’,SistineChapel.
“AndMichelangeloknew,justasclearlyashehadknownanythinginhislife, thatnothingwouldsufficeforhisvaultbut
Genesis
itself,are-creationoftheuniverse.WhatnoblerworkofartcouldtherebethanGod’screatingofthesun andmoon,thewaterandtheearth,theevolvingofman,ofwoman?HewouldcreatetheworldinthatSistineceilingasthoughitwerebeingcreatedforthe firsttime.Therewasathemetoconquerthatvault!Theonlyonethatcouldsooverwhelmitthatallofitsuglinessandclumsyarchitecturewouldvanishas thoughitneverexisted,andinitsplacewouldcomethegloryofGod’sarchitecture.”