DOI Seite / Zitierlink:
https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.68745#0222
TINTORETTO
Tintoretto, is no formless chaos; it dispenses with architecture,
with formal barriers, even with clouds, and yet keeps rhythmic
order; a very diapason of radiance and shadow, it plays upon the
emotions like the thrilling or sonorous chords of a violin or an
organ. The exemplar of Love is in the centre of that Light, and
Power and Faith and Divine Charity revolve for evermore in
bliss about the Rose’s heart.
It is appropriate that this was practically Tintoretto’s last
work, and that having, like Dante, swept through the whole
circuit of human expression, he found, like him, his culminating
vision in the peace and bliss of Paradise.
128
Tintoretto, is no formless chaos; it dispenses with architecture,
with formal barriers, even with clouds, and yet keeps rhythmic
order; a very diapason of radiance and shadow, it plays upon the
emotions like the thrilling or sonorous chords of a violin or an
organ. The exemplar of Love is in the centre of that Light, and
Power and Faith and Divine Charity revolve for evermore in
bliss about the Rose’s heart.
It is appropriate that this was practically Tintoretto’s last
work, and that having, like Dante, swept through the whole
circuit of human expression, he found, like him, his culminating
vision in the peace and bliss of Paradise.
128