Vatican City… Words and photos do no justice. I’ve always heard of the brilliance of the Renaissance artists… da Vinci, Raphael, Michelangelo…. But to stand in those walls and view it first hand… I wish I were a trained photographer, maybe then I could have captured the stunning work in the manner in which it truly deserves. My own photographs fall woefully short at depicting Vatican City’s beauty.
In 3 hours we visited several areas in the Vatican Museum, Sistine Chapel, and St. Peter’s Basilica…. We toured room after room of sculptures, frescoes, paintings, tapestries, and mosaics. I’ve never been surrounded by so much beauty. It’s almost breathtakingly overwhelming.
Prior to painting the Sistine Chapel, Michelangelo worked on Pope Julius II’s marble tomb. It would take decades for him to complete the tomb as once commissioned, Michelangelo spent the next four years (1508-1512) working on the chapel while only intermittently working on his other project. In addition, funding began to dwindle which only prolonged Michelangelo’s ability to complete the tomb of Pope Julius II.
It is recorded that Michelangelo hated working on the Sistine Chapel, even going so far as calling the project torturous. He suffered physical ailments due to the many hours of contorting his body in unnatural poses to paint the ceiling. Contrary to popular belief, Michelangelo did not paint the Sistine Chapel lying down. He and his assistants used scaffolding, designed by Michelangelo himself, that allowed them to paint standing upright.
When we reached the Sistine Chapel our tour guide left the area and waited for us in a room off to the side to give us time to view the ceiling. The chapel is much smaller than I thought. It basically consisted of one large room, rather than several adjoining rooms which is what I originally imagined. While not completely silent, the lack of talking/noise was striking. I stood in awe those few minutes, imagining what it must have been like for Michelangelo, all those years ago, painting day after day for four years, working on a project that would become the masterpiece of his life’s work and high Renaissance art, all while suffering mentally and physically due to the laborious nature of the project. He may have believed that he was, “… not in the right place” and “… not a painter,” but his work proves otherwise.
Upon leaving Sistine Chapel, we then made our way to St. Peter’s Basilica. The scale of which is still difficult to comprehend. Along the domed ceiling are statues that stand forty feet high although you would never know to look at them. Elaborate, intricate alters spotted the landscape. Everywhere I looked another could be found. Again, I stood in awe, marveling at the design, engineering, and beauty of the place.
That’s Amore where we both had wonderful meals. Their Carbonara and Fettuccine al ragù bolognese are amazing!! A perfect meal to end a perfect day.