On Monday, having recovered from my Italian foray at Fizzano, I went to London to see the incredible Barocci exhibition at the National Gallery.
Little known outside Italy, as there are, astonishingly, only two Barocci pictures on public display in the UK, Frederico Barocci was a celebrated painter of the late Italian Renaissance.
The National Gallery must be congratulated in their bringing together of 47 of his works in a glorious well arranged display in their Sainsbury Wing. Though the pictures were wonderful enough in themselves, I found myself captivated by his working sketches, mostly in inks and pastels but some fully worked in oils.
He worked largely alone, with few pupils, and consequently many of his pieces took over 5 years to complete. His meticulous drafting and inspired use of vibrant colour bring a vivacity and fluidity of movement seldom found even amongst the Great Masters, especially in draperies and clothing. His imaginative compositions lead the eye irresistibly to the focus of the picture, without appearing in the least contrived such is his mastery. His introduction of servants, workmen and others, often with bottles, bowls or tools, lend a sense of commonplace reality even to the sacred.
His version of the Last Supper is just such a masterpiece.
The exhibition is only on until the 19th of May, but if you can possibly get there I would exhort you not to miss it. One of the very best exhibitions I have ever visited.