into a personality than Titian. Few artists have caught the glow of
healthy youth so intimately as in Lotto's Portrait of a Boy in the
Castello at Milan. His Self-Portrait shows Lorenzo himself
apparently well and strong, but he must have known much sickness and
pain to represent illness so sympathetically as in The Sick Man of
the Borghese Gallery, or in another of the same title in the
Galleria Doria at Rome- an emaciated hand pressed over the heart, a
look of pain and bewilderment on the face, as if asking why should he,
so good or so great, be chosen by the germ? A more famous portrait,
Laura di Pola, shows a woman of quiet beauty, also puzzled by
life, and finding no answer except in religious faith.
Lotto too came to that consolation. Restless, solitary, unmarried,
he wandered from place to place, perhaps from philosophy to
philosophy, until in his final years (1552-6) he settled down as a
resident in the convent of the Santa Casa at Loreto, near the Holy
House that pilgrims believed to have once sheltered the Mother of God.
In 1554 he gave all his property to the convent, and took an
oblate's vows. Titian called him "as good as goodness, and as virtuous
as virtue." `051141 Lotto had outlived the Pagan Renaissance, and
had sunk to rest, so to speak, in the arms of the Council of Trent.
In that vibrant century- 1450-1550- during which Venetian commerce
suffered so many defeats, and Venetian painting scored so many
victories, the minor arts shared in the cultural exuberance. It was
not for them a Renaissance, for they were old and mature in Italy by
Petrarch's time, and merely continued their medieval excellence.
Perhaps the mosaicists had lost some of their skill or patience;
even so their work on St. Mark's was at least abreast of their age.
The potters were now learning to make porcelain; Marco Polo had
brought some from China; a sultan had sent fine specimens of it to the
doge (1461); by 1470 the Venetians were making their own. The glass
blowers at Murano reached in this period the acme of their art, making
cristallo of exquisite purity and design. The names of the leading
glass blowers were known throughout Europe, and every royal house
competed for their wares. Most of them used a mold or model; some
put the mold aside, blew a bubble into the molten glass as it poured
from the furnace, and shaped the substance into cups, vases, chalices,
ornaments of a hundred colors and a thousand forms. Sometimes,