4DPictfgb Annibale Carracci (1560-1609)
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FOUR GARDENS
Four gardens of the soul are given to us
In shades of perception –
So that we do not fall into the realm of pits,
May loves embrace be opened.
John is utterly mystical,
The other three gardens are clearer to us.
Alas! – sins weave 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 many changes in the world?
They have all gone into materiality.
The inability to see more broadly
Torments us within the limits of earth.
The word that gave life and reality,
We trade for words, we live
A dead life – such banality.
A deviation is acceptable from straightness.
And the infernal threat to us
Forgotten, we rush about, we sing...
* * *
Clouded thoughts on earth,
We have distorted the truths speech.
We are constantly rummaging in ashes,
Considering ourselves golden.
Grass, forests, water... but what if
They say no less than Matthew?
You shiver, supposing,
Included in lifes common circle?
But it is necessary to break off from your heart -
A stony flesh,
Then the soul, which is in your heart
Will touch true water,
Drink of it – and go away from trouble,
And warm yourself with truth.
* * *
Mark is a collection of radiant heights,
Corresponding to the common harmony
So that we do not perish in the pit
Of our passions, other peoples generosity.
Mark is a malachite tide
Of waves, and greenish moss.
... But when will you reach that point?
How terrible is the roar of perspectives?
You – and not Mark, you are a person,
Whose long-lasting Thursday
Is ready to curse – you do not understand
The meaning of kindred words,
That come with the force of foundations,
Whose light is always lost in everyday life.
* * *
(... a word is greenery, a word is jasper...)
Old Luke works.
What he will not give for victory, but
So far away from victory.
Here is Christ, he is рядом с ними.
Dialogue with life is complicated.
Or has man, wretched, frozen?
Under the gaze of the future?
Strange pictures
Of breathing existence.
Reasons for despair
I see again, sinful.
Let my soul
Gather heavenly carmines!
You cannot comment Why?
A woman stands nearby, her face etched with sorrow and anguish; she clasps her hands in a gesture of profound grief. A bearded man, positioned further back, observes the scene with an expression that blends concern and solemnity. Partially obscured by foliage at the upper right is another figure, whose gaze appears directed towards the central group, adding to the sense of witnessing a significant event.
The artist employs a dramatic use of light and shadow – a tenebristic approach – to heighten the emotional intensity. The figures are illuminated against a dark background, which emphasizes their physicality and draws attention to their expressions and gestures. This contrast contributes to an atmosphere of pathos and solemnity.
Subtleties in the arrangement suggest themes of sacrifice, compassion, and mourning. The offering of the vessel implies sustenance or perhaps ritualistic cleansing. The woman’s posture conveys a deep sense of personal loss, while the man with the beard embodies a more stoic form of empathy. The overall effect is one of profound human suffering and the presence of solace amidst despair. The positioning of the figures creates a dynamic interplay between action and observation, inviting contemplation on the nature of grief, sacrifice, and divine intervention.