My cousin Maria was just in Cincinnati for a conference about the 16th    century (her PhD is in 16th century German Literature) and she sent
    me this when she got home:
" For your entertainment, I thought I'd
            send you a little excerpt from some of the letters Albrecht
            Dürer wrote to one of his clients. Although this was over
            500 years ago, I think you'll find that it sounds familiar!"
From Albrecht Dürer to Jacob Heller:
            [November 4, 1508] ...For I neglect myself
              for it, suffer loss, and earn anything but thanks from
              you. I am using, let me tell you, quite the
            finest colors I can get.
            I will need twenty ducats for the ultramarine alone, not
            counting
            the other expenses. Once the picture is finished, I am quite
            sure
            that you yourself will say that you have never seen anything
            more
            beautiful. And I dare not expect to finish the middle panel
            from
            beginning to end in less than thirteen months. I
              shall not begin
              any other work till it is finished, though it will be much
              to
              my hurt. Then what do you suppose my expenses will be when
              I am
              working at it? You would not take less than 200
            florins to keep
            me for that time. Think what you have repeatedly written
            about
            the materials! If you wanted to buy a pound of ultramarine
            you
            could hardly get it for 100 florins, for I cannot buy an
            ounce
            of it good for less than ten or twelve ducats.
            And so, dear Mr. Jacob Heller, my writing is not so utterly
            unreasonable
            as you think, and I have not broken my promise in this
            matter.
            You further reproach me with having promised you that I
            would
            paint your picture with the greatest possible care that I
            ever
            could. That I certainly never said unless I was out of my
            mind.
            For in my whole lifetime I could hardly finish it. For
                with the
                greatest care I can hardly finish a face in half a year.
                Now your
                picture contains fully one hundred faces, not counting
                the drapery
                and landscape and other things in it. Besides, who ever
                heard
                of making such a work for an altarpiece? No one could
                see it.
                But I believe that what I wrote to you was: to make the
                painting
                with great or more than ordinary pains because of the
                time you
                spent waiting for me....
 
          
[August 26, 1509] ... I have painted it
            with great care, as you will see, using none but the best
            colors
            I could get. It is painted with good ultramarine under and
            over,
            about 5 or 6 times. And then after it was finished I
            overpainted
            it twice more so that it may last a long time. I know that
            if
            you keep it clean it will remain bright and fresh 500 years.
            For
            it is not made as one usually paints. So have it kept clean
            and
            don't let it be touched or sprinkled with holy water. I feel
            sure
            it will not be criticized, unless for the purpose of
            annoying
            me. And I am sure it will please you well.
            No one could ever pay me to paint a picture again
              with so much
              labor. Herr Georg Tausy himself wanted me to
            paint him a Madonna
            in a landscape with the same care and in the same size as
            this
            picture, and he would have given me 400 florins for it. I
            flatly
            refused to do it, for it would have made a beggar of me. Of
            ordinary
            pictures, I will in a year paint a pile which no one would
            believe
            it possible for one man to do in the time. With such
              things one
              can earn something. But very careful nicety does not pay.
              Therefore
              I shall stick to my engraving, and if I had done so before
              I should
              today have been a richer man by 1000 florins....
 

 
 
Loved this! Very interesting and somehow comforting.
ReplyDeleteAs well as terribly depressing of course but I find that comforting.
ReplyDeleteThings never really change...
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