And the Idea Left the Hand

He worked at the bidding of some designer outside his craft, who … cared nought for the material his hands were not to deal with, or the finished wares he might never see.
— William Morris, The Relations of Art to Labour (1890)
 

The Medici were buying their place in paradise; Bracciolini and Niccoli were drawing the manuscripts of Lucretius and Cicero back out of oblivion; and day after day people looked up at the invisible dome of Santa Maria del Fiore. The year is 1418, and we are in Florence. For more than half a century the cathedral had carried the promise of a dome that no one yet knew how to build. The model associated with Neri di Fioravanti had fixed its form: a vertiginous octagon, forty-five metres across, with no external buttresses. What remained was the problem of raising it. A vault had to be shaped over a temporary timber centring until, once closed, it held of its own accord. But no known centring could span such a width. So the Opera del Duomo, under the authority of the Arte della Lana, the powerful guild of wool merchants, opened a competition and promised two hundred florins to whoever found the method.

Santa Maria del Fiore

A goldsmith and sculptor, Filippo Brunelleschi offered to vault what the master masons judged impossible. The man had never raised a building; he had turned to architecture after the competition of 1401–1402 for the doors of the Florentine Baptistery, a commission that went in the end to Lorenzo Ghiberti. Brunelleschi put forward a scheme capable of doing without load-bearing centring. His model, built up in brick and mortar, with measurements and calculations, was precise enough to convince the Opera. But Brunelleschi stayed guarded about the method, for he meant them to buy the man, not his secret.

The Opera entrusted him with the work in 1420. The institution was prudent, and would not leave the fate of so uncertain an undertaking to the hands of a single man. To share the burden and the risk, it set beside him Battista d'Antonio, master mason, and Ghiberti, who had by then spent nearly twenty years on the north doors of the Baptistery. Then one of the most prominent artists in Florence, Ghiberti embodied the acknowledged authority of the workshop and of the public commission.

What followed put that shared authority to the test. In the summer of 1423 came the moment to lay the great chain of chestnut beams that was to girdle the dome and hold it, one of the most delicate operations of the whole structure. His biographers tell that Filippo took to his bed, complaining of pains in his side. The work slowed. The carpenters, at a loss how to set the enormous timbers, came to beg him to guide them; he sent them to his colleague, since Ghiberti too was answerable for the work. Ghiberti laid a few beams. Brunelleschi, recovered, returned, examined the work, and judged it fit to be undone. He directed the repairs himself.

From 1423, a document tied to that wooden chain named him the inventor of the dome. Three years later the hierarchy became official: Brunelleschi's role was strengthened, his salary raised from thirty-six to a hundred florins a year. Ghiberti, though he remained officially on the payroll until the work was finished, played an ever less central part.

The wool merchants had believed that by giving the work more than one master they would secure its crowning. In truth, what carried the work to its end was a single mastery that held the whole of it: the understanding of conception, of method, and of making; the anticipation of every pitfall; and a presence on the site, engaged in the matter itself.

On 25 March 1436, the dome closed, the cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore was consecrated by Pope Eugene IV. It still stands today.

 

Disegno

In 1436, in his treatise on painting dedicated to Brunelleschi, the scholar and architect Leon Battista Alberti saluted the dome raised without centring. By the middle of the century Alberti would write the first great architectural treatise of the Renaissance, the De re aedificatoria, and in it shift the authority of the art of building toward the mind. For him the architect becomes the one who conceives the building in thought, sets its lines, judges its proportions, orders its beauty; it is not his office to direct the work in the dust of the site. The historian Mario Carpo has put it in a clean phrase: Alberti's architect does not make buildings; he produces representations of buildings that others will have to realise.

Did Alberti see that the very thing which had made the feat of the dome of Santa Maria del Fiore possible owed as much to Brunelleschi's inventive genius as to his presence on the site, his direct engagement in the raising of it? That it had required, sustained over years and through one and the same body of men, the union of the forces of mind and of making? Perhaps not.

A century later, a word freighted with a fertile ambiguity would carry this hierarchy. A word that meant at once the intention and the drawing of it: the purpose formed in the mind, and the faculty of conceiving a form and bringing it forth in line. Disegno.

Giorgio Vasari, painter, architect, and the first historian of art, made disegno a matter of the intellect, father of the three arts born of the mind: painting, sculpture, and architecture. On 13 January 1563, Cosimo I de' Medici approved the statutes of the Accademia del Disegno, carried by Vasari and by a circle of Florentine artists and humanists.

Before that date the Florentine painter held no rank apart. He was enrolled in the guild of physicians and apothecaries, because his trade, like theirs, meant grinding and mixing powders to draw colour from them. He was a man of a craft among men of crafts. The Accademia was conceived to lift him out of it, by degrees: it gave artists a new body, more prestigious than guild membership, and came in time to take on several of the functions until then reserved to the guilds. Its reason for being was to bring artists nearer to men of letters and of science, and to grant them the intellectual dignity the guild could not confer.

To want for the artist the regard owed to his mind was just. Yet this new dignity carried a new hierarchy with it, between those who conceive and those who execute. Let it be said at once, for the story requires it: what happened in 1563 cleft nothing in a single stroke. In a thousand workshops, across all of Europe, painters still ground their colours, sculptors still knew the resistance of marble, architects had not given up the conduct of the site. But the shift of authority over the works of human hands toward the mind would soon spread across all of Europe, drawing with it the slow fracturing of the immemorial union of idea and hand.

 

A Slow Fracturing

In 1648, in Paris, a group of painters and sculptors, among them Charles Le Brun, obtained the founding of the Académie royale de peinture et de sculpture under the regency of Anne of Austria. They meant to free their art from the control of the guilds and to win a dignity nearer the liberal arts than the trades. What Florence had institutionalised in 1563 took, in Paris, a new form: the artist was no longer a man of a craft among others.

In the manufactories of the nineteenth century, the division of labour no longer merely separated the one who conceives from the one who executes; it fragmented execution itself. The drawing came from one office, the material from another world, the gesture from a chain of partial operations. In wallpapers, textiles, furniture, and the decorative objects made for the industrial market, ornament could settle on the material like a foreign effect: printed reliefs, imitations of volume, motifs applied with no deep accord with use or with material. The object came into the world in pieces.

In 1851 the Great Exhibition in London gave this fracturing its great theatre. The Crystal Palace gathered the products of the industrial world, and many celebrated the abundance, the speed, the prowess. But certain pieces sent reformers of taste away troubled: objects overladen, illusionistic, ill-matched to their material. John Ruskin gave the grievance its most decisive form: to separate the act of conceiving from the act of making wounded not only the object made, but the man who made it. So long as the workman had no part in the invention of what he did, he could bring to it neither judgement nor true care. The work bore the mark of it.

William Morris made it the fight of his life, and not in theory alone. He set out to understand for himself the techniques he wished to bring back to life: vegetable dyeing, weaving, printing from wood. For his wallpapers, hand-printed by Jeffrey & Co. of Islington, he had pear-wood blocks cut to his own directions. Here too, the drawing was not to remain a distant idea. It had to know the resistance of the process, the soaking of the pigment, the repetition of the gesture. So Morris tried to pass the motif back through the matter, the drawing back through the process, the idea back through the hand.

 

Now

Today, as in the past, there are women and men who would never entrust what they imagine to hands that know nothing of its meaning and intention. Creators and artisans for whom the union of mind and making is vital to the creation of human works, and remains, to this day, the only way to raise a dome that no one knows how to build.

 
Thierry Forbois

Thierry Forbois, born Thierry Fortin Boivin in Montréal in 1971, is a creator of dual Canadian and French nationality. He conceives spaces, furniture, objects, and experiences that give back to everyday life its poetry and its measure of transcendence. A polymath, he draws freely on art, philosophy, science, literature, music, and wine.

In the wake of an experience of oneness in 2003, his work turned toward the sacred and the sublime, a path that found its first fully realized form in The Way of Wine, a living art in which the serving of a great wine becomes, for an intimate gathering of guests, an extraordinary ritual composed as an initiatory journey in three acts.

Many of his creations arise from private commissions, each conceived in relation to a place, a human encounter, and a singular way of inhabiting the world. He is the founder of the Maisons Renart and Arakuto.