have thee paint my arms on this buckler.’ Giotto, considering the man and the way of him, said no other word save this, ‘When dost thou want it?’ And he told him; and Giotto said, ‘Leave it to me’; and off he went. And Giotto, being left alone, ponders to himself, ‘What meaneth this? Can this fellow have been sent to me in jest? Howsoever it may be, never was there brought to me a buckler to paint, and he who brings it is a simple manikin and bids me make him his arms as if he were of the blood-royal of France; i’ faith, I must make him a new fashion of arms.’ And so, pondering within himself, he put the said buckler before him, and, having designed what seemed good to him, bade one of his disciples finish the painting, and so he did; which painting was a helmet, a gorget, a pair of arm-pieces, a pair of iron gauntlets, a cuirass and a back-piece, a pair of thigh-pieces, a pair of leg-pieces, a sword, a dagger, and a lance. The great man, who knew not what he was in for, on arriving, comes forward and says, ‘Master, is it painted, that buckler?’ Said Giotto, ‘Of a truth, it is; go, someone, and bring it down.’ The buckler coming, that would-be gentleman begins to look at it and says to Giotto, ‘What filthy mess is this that thou hast painted for me?’ Said Giotto, ‘And it will seem to thee a right filthy business in the paying.’ Said he, ‘I will not pay four farthings for it.’ Said Giotto, ‘And what didst thou tell me that I was to paint?’ And he answered, ‘My arms.’ Said Giotto, ‘And are they not here? Is there one wanting?’ Said the fellow, ‘Well, well!’ Said Giotto, ‘Nay, ’tis not well, God help thee! And a great booby must thou be, for if one asked thee, “Who art thou?” scarce wouldst thou be able to tell; and here thou comest and sayest, “Paint me my arms!” An thou hadst been one of the Bardi, that were enough. What arms dost thou bear? Whence art thou? Who were thy ancestors? Out upon thee! Art not ashamed of thyself? Begin first to come into the world before thou pratest of arms as if thou wert Dusnam of Bavaria. I have made thee a whole suit of armor on thy buckler; if there be one piece wanting, name it, and I will have it painted.’ Said he, ‘Thou dost use vile words to me, and hast spoilt me a buckler;’ and taking himself off, he went to the justice and had Giotto summoned. Giotto appeared and had him summoned, claiming two florins for the painting, and the other claimed them from him. The officers, having heard the pleadings, which Giotto made much the better, judged that the other should take his buckler so painted, and should give six lire to Giotto, since he was in the right. Wherefore he was constrained to take his buckler and go, and was dismissed; and so, not knowing his measure, he had his measure taken.”
It is said that Giotto, while working in his boyhood under Cimabue, once painted a fly on the nose of a figure that Cimabue himself had made, so true to nature that his master, returning to continue the work, set himself more than once to drive it away with his hand, thinking that it was real, before he perceived his mistake. Many other tricks played by Giotto and many witty retorts could I relate, but I wish that these, which deal with matters pertinent to art, should be enough for me to have told in this place, leaving the rest to the said Franco and others.
Finally, seeing that there remained memory of Giotto not only in the works that issued from his hands, but in those also that issued from the hand of the writers of those times, he having been the man who recovered the true method of painting, which had been lost for many years before him; therefore, by public decree and by the effort and particular affection of the elder Lorenzo de’ Medici, the Magnificent, in admiration of the talent of so great a man his portrait was placed in S. Maria del Fiore, carved in marble by Benedetto da Maiano, an excellent sculptor, together with the verses written below, made by that divine man, Messer Angelo Poliziano, to the end that those who should become excellent in any profession whatsoever might be able to cherish a hope of obtaining, from others, such memorials as these that Giotto deserved and obtained in liberal measure from his goodness:
Ille ego sum, per quem pictura extincta revixit,
Cui quam recta manus, tam fuit et facilis.
Naturæ deerat nostræ quod defuit arti;
Plus licuit nulli pingere, nec melius.
Miraris turrim egregiam sacro ære sonantem?
Hæc quoque de modulo crevit ad astra meo.
Denique sum Jottus, quid opus fuit illa referre?
Hoc nomen longi carminis instar erit.
And to the end that those who come after may be able to see drawings by the very hand of Giotto, and from these to recognize all the more the excellence of so great a man, in our aforesaid book there are some that are marvelous, sought out by me with no less diligence than labor and expense.
Simone Martini
LIFE OF SIMONE SANESE
[SIMONE MEMMI OR MARTINI]
PAINTER
Truly happy can those men be called, who are inclined by nature to those arts that can bring to them not only honor and very great profit, but also, what is more, fame and a name well-nigh eternal, and happier still are they who have from their cradles, besides such inclination, courtesy and honest ways, which render them very dear to all men. But happiest of all, finally, talking of craftsmen, are they who not only receive a love of the good from nature, and noble ways from the same source and from education, but also live in the time of some famous writer, from whom, in return for a little portrait or some other similar courtesy in the way of art, they gain on occasion the reward of eternal honor and name, by means of their writings; and this, among those who practice the arts of design, should be particularly desired and sought by the excellent painters, seeing that their works, being on the surface and on a ground of color, cannot have that eternal life which castings in bronze and works in marble give to sculpture, or buildings to the architects.
Very great, then, was that good-fortune of Simone, to live at the time of Messer Francesco Petrarca and to chance to find that most amorous poet at the Court of Avignon, desirous of having the image of Madonna Laura by the hand of Maestro Simone, because, having received it as beautiful as he had desired, he made memory of him in two sonnets, whereof one begins:
Per mirar Policleto a prova fiso
Con gli altri che ebber fama di quell’arte;
and the second:
Quando giunse a Simon l’alto concetto
Ch’a mio nome gli pose in man lo stile.
These sonnets, in truth, together with the mention made of him in one of his Familiar Letters, in the fifth book, which begins: “Non sum nescius,” have given more fame to the poor life of Maestro Simone than all his own works have ever done or ever will, seeing that they must at some time perish, whereas the writings of so great a man will live for eternal ages. Simone Memmi of Siena, then, was an excellent painter, remarkable in his own times and much esteemed at the Court of the Pope, for the reason that after the death of Giotto his master, whom he had followed to Rome when he made the Navicella in mosaic and the other works, he made a Virgin Mary in the portico of S. Pietro, with a S. Peter and a S. Paul, near to the place where the bronze pine-cone is, on a wall between the arches of the portico on the outer side; and in this he counterfeited the manner of Giotto very well, receiving so much praise, above all because he portrayed therein a sacristan of S. Pietro lighting some lamps before the said figures with much promptness, that he was summoned with very great insistence to the Court of the Pope at Avignon, where he wrought so many pictures, in fresco and on panels, that he made his works correspond to the reputation that had been borne thither. Whence, having returned to Siena in great credit and much favored on this account, he was commissioned by the Signoria to paint in fresco, in a hall of their Palace, a Virgin Mary with many figures
