To Your
Correspondent, it’s one of the most inexplicable passages in the Old
Testament. In order to assure himself of
Abraham’s devotion, God orders him to kill his son, Isaac. And … Abraham agrees.
In
Genesis 22, you will find the tale of how God had Abraham take Isaac up to the
land of Moriah (a great distance away), separate the boy from the bearers and others
that travelled with them, and then had the poor boy cut and carry wood for his
own sacrifice.
Abraham
readies the alter and wood, only to then bind Isaac and place him upon the
pyre. He is about to stab the boy to
fulfill God’s command when God sends an angel to stop him. God provides a ram, stuck in the nearby
bushes, as a substitute, and one assumes that they went home, with Isaac never
to turn his back on his father or trust him again for an instant.
It is stories
like this that make Your Correspondent, a product of 13 years of private
Catholic schooling, wonder if anyone reads this stuff critically. The Biblical point here is that Abraham,
after luring his son away from witnesses and making the poor boy carry the wood
for his own funeral pyre, is viewed heroically because he valued God’s word
more than he did the life of his own son.
The religious reading of the story puts a smiley face on an act of
stupefying barbarism. It’s an act of
religious obligation counter to common sense, ethics and even fundamental
morality. This is the kind of thinking
that leads to jihadism, suicide bombings, and the murder of abortion providers,
much less countenancing child abuse.
We have
looked at a number of brilliant depictions of this fable in the past, and to
that list we must add that of Franz
Anton Maulbertsch (1724-1796), currently in the Museum of Fine Arts, Budapest, Hungary.
Looking
at Maulbertsch’s work, one marvels at his ability to tell a story vertically. For much of his work, the story sweeps up and
down, rather than across. Maulbertsch
packs a great deal of drama in this picture, mostly communicated through
composition and coloration. Indeed,
though Maulbertsch was a capable painter, his true genius lie in color and
composition. Weaknesses in drawing and
painting are more than compensated for by his use of both to drive the
narrative. He has an artistic point of
view – something that some more technically skilled painters lack, leaving
their work sterile or unmoving.
The
painting swoops from lower left (the angel’s wings and Isaac’s wonderfully lit
legs), though the body of the boy and leading up to Abraham’s face, the light
reflected on his helmet, and his upraised knife. In that bottom to top arc, we have the entire
story of the near sacrifice, told with impressive narrative thrust and
significant drama.
No one
would accuse Maulbertsch of delicacy when rendering the human face; indeed,
many of his faces are indistinct or only adequately drawn. Look, however, at Abraham’s face, which is
very striking indeed. Shown only in half
light, this is the look of religious mania at its worst – the satisfaction
evident on his face is consistent with people who have gone blood simple, and
relish the act of murder.
Another
reading is, of course, that Abraham’s face is lustful. Time and again in depictions of Abraham and
Isaac from artists as diverse as Caravaggio,
Rembrandt and Titian, we have seen something in the myth that seems to inspire
dark contemplations of parental abuse, sexual and otherwise. All of these painters have fetishized Isaac
to some degree, and Maulbertsch is no different. Note the radiant, heavenly light specifically
highlighting his muscular legs and flat stomach, focusing its spotlight on his
private parts. Discreetly covered by the
torn fragments of his robe, there is no mistaking that the focal point of the
painting is Isaac’s groin. Indeed, if the eye flows up in a straight line,
Abraham’s knife is directly over Isaac’s genitals.
Though
rendered without “fussiness” or fine detail, Maulbertsch’s take on the
Abraham/Isaac myth has an almost Mannerist monumentality and epic feel. It is not my favorite painting of the myth,
but it may be one of the most idiosyncratic.
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