Madonna, tender and sad and lovely; San Zaccaria has a variation
on the Madonna of St. Job; the church of the Frari has a Madonna
Enthroned, a little stiff and severe and hemmed in by gloomy
saints, but appealing in her rich blue robes. The zealous wanderer
will find many more of Gian's Virgins, in Verona, Bergamo, Milan,
Rome, Paris, London, New York, Washington. What more, in color,
could be said of Our Lady after this polygraphic devotion? Perugino
and Raphael would rival this multiplicity, and Titian, in that same
church of the Frari, would find something more to say.
Giovanni did not do so well with the Son. Christ Blessing, in
the Louvre, is middling, but the Sacred Conversation near it is
movingly beautiful. The famous Pieta in the Brera at Milan has
been warmly praised, `051132 but it shows a duet of charmless faces
holding up a dead Christ who seems to need nothing more, for perfect
physical condition, than to be freed from too much attention; this
harsh and crude burial picture- undated- belongs to Bellini's
Mantegnesque youth. How much more pleasing is the Santa Justina in a
private collection in Milan!- again somewhat stylized and posed, but
with a delicacy of features, a modest drooping of the eyelids, a
splendor of costume, that make this one of Gian's most successful
efforts. It was apparently a portrait, and Gian was now so skilled
in rendering a living face and soul that a hundred patrons begged to
share his immortality. Look again at Doge Loredano; with what
depth of understanding, and keenness of eye, and dexterity of hand
Bellini has caught the unfaltering, serene power of the man who
could lead his people to victory in a war for survival against the
united assault of nearly all the great states of Italy and transalpine
Europe!- And then, rivaling the Leonardo who was creeping up on him in
skill and fame, Giovanni tried his palette at bizarre landscapes
like that medley of rocks, mountains, castles, sheep, water, riven
tree, and clouded sky which St. Francis (in the Frick Collection)
calmly confronts as he receives the stigmata.
In his old age the master tired of repeating the usual sacred
themes, and experimented with allegory and classic mythology. He
turned Knowledge, Happiness, Truth, Slander, Purgatory, the Church
herself, into persons or stories, and sought to bring them to life
with alluring landscapes. Two of his pagan pictures hang in the