Filippino Lippi – Madonna with Child St Anthony of Padua and a Friar before 1480 detail
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FOUR GARDENS
Four gardens of the spirit
Are given to us in shades of perception –
So that we do not fall into the realm of pits,
May love open its embrace.
John is completely mystical,
The other three gardens are clearer to us.
Alas! – sins have woven a fog,
Stronger than any before.
Four gardens... and one...
Our thoughts are clouded.
But our heavenly Lord
Still endures our numbers.
* * *
Through the mystical garden of John,
How clear is earthly life?
A meadow of golden light,
A wave of dove-colored light.
Are there so few changes in the world?
They have all gone into materiality.
Inability to see more broadly
Torments us within the limits of the earth.
The word that gave life and reality,
Having exchanged it for words, we live
A dead life – such a banality.
A bend is acceptable instead of straightness.
And the infernality threatening us
Forgotten, we rush about, we sing...
* * *
Clouded thoughts on earth,
We have distorted the truths speech.
We are always rummaging in ashes,
Considering ourselves golden.
Grass, forests, water... but what if
They say no less than Matthew?
You shiver, supposing,
Included in the common circle of life?
But it is necessary to split off from the heart -
Is it so? – stone flesh,
Then, with what soul is in your heart
Will you touch true water,
Drink it – and escape misfortune,
And warm yourself with truth.
* * *
Mark is a collection of radiant heights,
Corresponding to the common gamut
So that we do not perish in the pit
Of our passions, others generosity.
Mark is a malachite tide
Of waves, and greenish moss.
... but when will you approach that point?
How terrible is the roar of perspectives?
You – and not Mark, you are a man,
Whose long-lasting Thursday
Is ready to curse – you do not understand
The meaning of peculiar words,
Going by the power of foundations,
Whose light is always lost in everyday life.
* * *
(... word – greenery, word – jasper...)
Old Luke works.
For what victory he will not give, but
So far the victory is distant.
Here is Christ, he is рядом with them.
A complex dialogue with life.
Or has a man, wretched,
Frozen under the gaze of the future?
Peculiar pictures
Of breathing existence.
Reasons for despair
Again, sinful, I see.
Better let my soul
Gather heavenly carmines!
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The composition’s arrangement suggests a hierarchy of spiritual connection. The two men are clearly seeking intercession from the figure they face. Their positioning – one actively praying, the other demonstrating humble submission – implies differing levels of devotion or perhaps distinct roles within a religious order. The saints elevated position and direct gaze suggest his proximity to the divine, while the second man’s lowered head indicates humility and dependence.
The landscape visible through the figures is rendered with a degree of atmospheric perspective, suggesting depth and distance. It provides a backdrop that reinforces the sense of transcendence; it hints at a world beyond the immediate scene of prayer. The muted tones of the landscape contrast with the richer colors of the garments, drawing attention to the human drama unfolding in the foreground.
The blue fabric enveloping the central figure is rendered with subtle gradations of tone and texture, creating a sense of volume and weight. This careful rendering suggests that this individual holds significant importance within the narrative – likely representing a divine or saintly presence. The detail focuses on the interaction between these figures, emphasizing themes of faith, intercession, and spiritual aspiration prevalent in religious art of the period.