with a considerable sum to buy works of art for him in Italy.
Andrea, in Florence, spent the royal funds in building himself a
house, and never went back to France. Facing bankruptcy
nevertheless, he resumed his painting, and produced for the
cloisters of the Annunziata a masterpiece which, said Vasari, "in
design, grace, excellence of coloring, vivacity, and relief, proved
him far superior to all his predecessors"- who included Leonardo and
Raphael. `050536 This Madonna del Sacco - absurdly so called
because Mary and Joseph are shown leaning against a sack- is now
damaged and faded, and no longer conveys the full splendor of its
color; but its perfect composition, soft tones, and quiet presentation
of a family- with Joseph, suddenly literate, reading a book- make it
one of the great pictures of the Renaissance.
In the refectory of the Salvi monastery Andrea challenged Leonardo
with a Last Supper (1526), choosing the same moment and theme-
"One of you shall betray me." Bolder than Leonardo, Andrea finished
the face of his Christ; even he, however, fell far short of the
spiritual depth and understanding gentleness that we associate with
Jesus. But the Apostles are strikingly individualized, the action is
vivid, the colors are rich and soft and full; and the picture as
seen from the entrance of the refectory conveys almost irresistibly
the illusion of a living scene.
The Virgin Mother remained the favorite subject of Andrea, as of
most artists of Renaissance Italy. He painted her again and again in
studies of the Holy Family, as in the Borghese Gallery in Rome, or the
Metropolitan Museum in New York. He pictured her, in one of the
treasures of the Uffizi Gallery, as Madonna delle Arpie, Madonna of
the Harpies; *05020 this is the fairest of the Lucrezia Virgins,
and the Child is the finest in Italian art. Across the Arno, in the
Pitti Gallery, the Assumption of the Virgin shows Apostles and
holy women looking up in amazement and adoration as cherubim raise the
praying Madonna- again Lucrezia- to heaven. So, in Andrea's colorful
illumination, the moving epos of the Virgin is complete.
There is seldom any sublimity in Andrea del Sarto, no majesty of
Michelangelo, nor the unfathomable nuances of Leonardo, nor the
finished perfection of Raphael, nor yet the range or power of the
great Venetians. Yet he alone of the Florentines rivals the