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    Review: Arts: Capturing the Conqueror: When Ottoman ruler Medmed II
    asked Venice for a 'good painter', he was sent Gentile Bellini, whose
    portrait of him brought a lasting touch of the Renaissance to the
    east. Orhan Pamuk on the story behind a new exhibit

    The Guardian - United Kingdom; Apr 08, 2006
    ORHAN PAMUK


    There are three artists we know as Bellini. The first, Jacopo Bellini,
    is remembered today not so much as a painter but as the man who
    brought the two more famous Bellinis into the world. His elder son,
    Gentile Bellini, was, during his lifetime (1429-1507), the most famous
    artist in Venice. Today he is remembered chiefly for his "voyage east"
    and the artworks it inspired, most particularly his portrait of Mehmed
    the Conqueror, while his brother Giovanni is celebrated by today's art
    historians as one of the great painters of his time. It is commonly
    acknowledged that his colouring had an enormous impact on the art of
    the Venetian Renaissance and therefore changed the course of western
    art. When Sir Ernst Gombrich speaks of that tradition in his lecture
    "Art and Scholarship", remarking that "without Bellini and Giorgione,
    there would have been no Titian", it is Giovanni, the younger brother,
    to whom he refers. But it is to his elder brother Gentile that the
    National Gallery's new exhibition, Bellini and the East , pays
    tribute.

    After taking Istanbul in 1453, at the age of 21, Mehmed II's first aim
    was to centralise the Ottoman state, but he continued his incursions
    into Europe, thus establishing himself in the world as a ruler of
    consequence. These wars, victories and peace treaties - whose names
    every lycee student in Turkey must memorise and recite one by one with
    nationalist fervour - led to large portions of Bosnia, Albania and
    Greece coming under Ottoman rule.

    His power having been greatly enhanced by these conquests, Mehmed II
    was finally able to effect a peace treaty between the Ottomans and the
    Venetians in 1479, after almost 20 years of war, pillaging and piracy
    in the Aegean islands and the fortressed ports of the
    Mediterranean. When envoys began travelling between Venice and
    Istanbul to bring about this treaty, Mehmed II expressed a wish for
    Venice to send him a "good artist", and the Venetian senate (who were
    very pleased with this peace treaty, though it meant giving up many of
    their forts and a great deal of land) decided to send Gentile Bellini,
    who was then busy adorning the walls of Great Council Hall of the
    Doge's Palace with his gigantic paintings.

    So it is Gentile Bellini's "voyage east" and the 18 months he spent in
    Istanbul as "cultural ambassador" that is the subject of the small but
    rich exhibition at the National Gallery. Though it includes many other
    paintings and drawings by Bellini and his workshop, as well as medals
    and various other objects that show the eastern and western influences
    of the day, the centrepiece of the exhibition is, of course, Gentile
    Bellini's oil portrait of Mehmed the Conqueror. The portrait has
    spawned so many copies, variations and adaptations, and the
    reproductions made from these assorted images have gone on to adorn so
    many textbooks, book covers, newspapers, posters, bank notes, stamps,
    educational posters and comic books, that there cannot be a literate
    Turk who has not seen it hundreds if not thousands of times.

    No other sultan from the golden age of the Ottoman empire, not even
    Suley-man the Magnificent, has a portrait like this one. With its
    realism, its simple composition, and the perfectly shaded arch giving
    him the aura of a victorious sultan, it is not only the portrait of
    Mehmed II, but the icon of an Ottoman sultan, just as the famous
    poster of Che Guevara is the icon of a revolutionary. At the same
    time, the highly worked details - the marked protrusion of the upper
    lip, the drooping eyelids, the fine feminine eyebrows and, most
    important, the thin, long, hooked nose - make this a portrait of a
    singular individual who is none the less not very different from the
    citizens one sees in the crowded streets of Istanbul today. The most
    famous distinguishing feature is that Ottoman nose, the trademark of a
    dynasty in a culture without a blood aristocracy.

    In 2003, to celebrate the 550th anniversary of the Ottoman Conquest,
    the Yapi Kredi Bank had the painting brought from London to Istanbul,
    and exhibited it in Beyo-lu, one of the busiest districts of the city;
    schoolchildren came in by the busload, and hundreds of thousands
    queued up to stare at the portrait with a fascination only a legend
    can bring.

    The Islamic prohibition against painting, the particular fears about
    portraits and ignorance about what was happening in portraiture in
    Renaissance Europe, meant that Ottoman artists did not and could not
    make portraits of sultans that were this true to life. But this
    caution towards a human subject's distinguishing features was not
    confined to the world of art. Even the Ottoman historians, who wrote a
    great deal about the military and political events of their age, were
    disinclined to think or indeed write about their sultans' defining
    features, their characters, or their spiritual complexities - though
    there was no religious prohibition against doing so.

    After the founding of the modern Republic of Turkey in 1923, when the
    westernising drive was just getting under way, the nationalist poet
    Yahya Kemal - who lived in Paris for many years and was as well
    acquainted with French art and literature as he was oppressed by
    doubts about his own literary and cultural heritage - once remarked
    ruefully: "If only we had painting and prose, we'd be another nation!"
    In so saying, he may have been hoping to reclaim the beauties of a
    lost age as documented in painting and literature. Even when this was
    not, strictly speaking, the case - as when he stood before Bellini's
    "realistic" portrait of Mehmed the Conqueror - what troubled him was
    that the hand that drew the portrait lacked a nationalist motive. One
    can sense a profound displeasure in these words, a Muslim writer's
    dissatisfaction with his own culture's shortcomings. He is also
    succumbing to the common fantasy that it might be possible to adapt to
    the artistic products of an utterly different culture and civilisation
    with ease, and without changing one's soul.

    There are many examples of this childish fantasy on display in Bellini
    and the East and its accompanying catalogue. One is the watercolour
    from a Topkapi Palace album that is attributed to an Ottoman artist
    named Sinan Beg, and is almost certainly inspired by Bellini's
    portrait. The catalogue gives it the title Mehmed II Smelling a Rose ;
    because it is neither a Venetian Renaissance portrait nor the classic
    Persian-Ottoman miniature, it leaves the viewer feeling unsettled.

    In an article about Seker Ahmet Pasha, another Turkish artist who drew
    from both eastern and western artistic traditions - the
    Ottoman-Persian miniature and European landscape painting, especially
    that of Courbet - John Berger spoke of this same unease. And though he
    felt it stemmed from the difficulties of harmonising different
    techniques, such as the use of perspective and the vanishing point, he
    also sensed that the underlying problem was the difficulty of
    harmonising world views. In this Bellini-inspired Ottoman portrait,
    the one thing that makes up for the clumsiness of the execution - and
    it seems to make the sultan uneasy as well - is the rose that Mehmed
    II is smelling. What makes us aware of this rose and even its scent is
    not so much its colour as Mehmed II's prominent Ottoman nose. Upon
    learning that Sinan Beg, who painted this watercolour, was in fact a
    Frankish artist living among Ottomans, and most probably an Italian,
    we are reminded yet again that cultural influences work in two
    directions and are both complex and difficult to fathom.

    Another painting rightly attributed to Bellini takes us away from
    scholarly disputes and concerns about political correctness to suggest
    a more humane east-west story, and with extraordinary elegance. This
    marvellously simple watercolour, no larger than a miniature, shows a
    young artist or scribe sitting cross-legged. Because the paper that
    the ear-ringed youth is touching with his pen is blank, we cannot be
    sure if he is an artist or a scribe. But from the expression on his
    face, from his look of concentration and the shape of his lips, even
    from the confidence with which his left hand shields the paper in his
    lap, I can see that he is utterly devoted to his work. His dedication
    to a blank sheet of paper, and his heartfelt surrender of self, make
    me respect the young artist. I feel him to be someone who holds the
    beauty and perfection of his work (be it a drawing or a text) above
    all else; he is an artist who has achieved the happiness that can only
    come from giving oneself over to one's work.

    My appreciation of the beauty of the beardless page's pale face
    combines with my appreciation of the compassion that the artist felt
    for him while drawing his portrait. It was first noted by the
    semi-official historian Kritovoulos of Imbros, and later repeated by
    many western, Christian chroniclers, that Mehmed the Conqueror valued
    beautiful and handsome youths, took political risks for them, and
    asked for their portraits to be painted; from this time onwards, good
    looks were an important factor in the selection of pages in the
    Ottoman palace. The beauty of the young artist, and the way he gives
    himself over to the beauty of that which he is drawing, combined with
    the simplicity of the ground and the wall behind him - these give the
    painting the air of mystery that I sense every time I see it.

    Of course, the mystery has much to do with the fact that the paper the
    youth is looking into with such concentration is utterly blank. If
    this beautiful artist can think with such concentration of the thing
    he has yet to paint, it must mean that he can already see this image
    shimmering in his mind. We know from the way he has pressed his pen
    against the blank paper, from the way he is sitting, from his very
    expression, that this artist knows what he is about to paint. But
    there is nothing in his surroundings - no object, text, sketch, mould,
    human figure or view - to suggest what the painting in the artist's
    mind might be. We feel as if this frozen moment from 525 years ago
    will soon cease to exist, and as the artist scribe begins to move the
    pen in his hand, his beautiful face will light up in even greater
    happiness, as if he is watching someone else's pencil race across the
    page.

    A century ago, in 1905, this painting was still in Istanbul; today it
    belongs to the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum in Boston. Years ago,
    after wandering among this museum's great and opulent Titians and John
    Singer Sargents, I found my young painter on a display table in a
    corner, on one of the top floors. To see him, I had to lift the thick
    cloth resting on the glass to protect the painting from light damage
    and bow my head. As I gazed down at the painting, the distance between
    me and it seemed to be the same as the distance between the painter
    and his blank sheet of paper. I was looking at Bellini's small
    painting in just the same way that a sultan might, in a private
    moment, look at a miniature illuminating the thick and heavy book in
    his hand. I, too, was gazing downwards like the painter in the
    painting.

    What distinguishes Islamic painting from western painting after the
    Renaissance, as much as religious prohibitions and perhaps even more
    than that, is this secretive downward gaze that Bellini captures so
    profoundly in this portrait. Islamic painting was a restricted art,
    permissable only to decorate the insides of books, and so confined to
    small spaces; never was it suggested that these paintings might hang
    on walls, and they never did! As the scribe sits cross-legged and lost
    in thought, gazing down at the blank sheet that will become his
    painting, he strikes the same pose that the rich and powerful person -
    most likely a sultan or a prince - will be obliged to take to look at
    this same painting.

    Let us contrast this pose - this downward gaze of the cross-legged
    painter as he bends over a blank sheet of paper - with the stance a
    western artist might take to view his own painting: Velazquez, for
    example, viewing Las Meninas . We see first the things that define
    both paintings as objects - the edges of the paper or canvas, the
    painter's pen or brush, and the creative concentration on the artist's
    face. Bellini's eastern artist's gaze is not towards his world or his
    surroundings; it is fixed on the blank paper on his lap, and we can
    tell from his expression that he is thinking of the world inside his
    head. The artistry of the Ottoman-Persian miniaturist is to know and
    to recall all the great art that has preceded him, and to remake it in
    a burst of poetic inspiration. But Velazquez is lifting his head to
    see the vanishing point, to the world reflected in the mirror, to the
    world itself and the complexity of that which he is painting. We
    cannot see his painting either (though we guess that the scene before
    us is the one he is painting), but we can see from Velazquez's tired
    and self-interrogating look that his head is full of the weighty
    questions rising from the painting's unbounded composition. Bellini's
    young painter, however, looks at his blank sheet with the happiness of
    a youth recalling, with almost metaphysical inspiration, a poem he has
    learned by heart.

    In my corner of the world, the seated scribe attributed to Bellini is
    well-known, even if it is not as famous as his portrait of Mehmed the
    Conqueror. The cross-legged figure is commonly thought to be Cem
    Sultan, who was treated so cruelly by his older brother and whose
    sorry fate was described in numerous exotic and melodramatic
    novels. In the textbooks of my childhood - written by the passionately
    nationalist westernisers of the early Republic - Cem Sultan was
    portrayed as being open to art and to the west, a broad-minded prince
    bursting with youth, while his older brother, Bayezid II, who would go
    on to poison Cem, was a fanatic who turned his back on the western
    world.

    After the death of Mehmed the Conqueror, Bellini's portrait of the
    artist was sent first to the Aqqoyunlu Palace in Tebriz, then to the
    Safavid Palace in what is today Iran. Before it was returned to the
    Ottoman palace, either as war booty or a gift, this extraordinary
    painting was much copied, this time by Persian artists. One of these
    copies, now in the Freer Museum in Washington DC, is, at least
    according to those romantic souls who dream of eastern and western
    masters working on the same pictures, sometimes attributed to Bihzad.

    To look at this adaptation from close up is to notice that where
    Bellini so elegantly chose to place a blank sheet of paper, the
    Safavid painter has placed a portrait. In so doing he reminds us how
    little Muslim artists knew about the western art of portraiture, and
    most particularly the concept of the self-portrait, and how they were
    beset by anxieties about their technical inadequacies in these
    areas. The Harvard professor David Roxburgh discovered that, 80 years
    after its execution, Bellini's small portrait was placed in a Safavid
    album alongside other portraits, including some from the Ming
    dynasty. A sentence from its foreword shows that even the greatest
    Safavid artists found themselves lacking in this regard: "The custom
    of portraiture flourished so in the lands of Cathay (China) and the
    Franks (Europe)."

    But this is not to say that Persian artists were blind to the
    irresistible power of portraits. In the tale of Husrev and Sirin, the
    classic Islamic story that inspired more miniatures than any other,
    the beautiful Sirin first falls in love with the handsome Husrev just
    by seeing his portrait. The irony is that the Persian artists charged
    with illustrating this scene were technically naive by Venetian
    Renaissance standards of portraiture. In illuminated Persian
    manuscripts, this scene requires a painting within the painting, just
    as Bellini's and Bihzad's retouched portraits do - though almost
    always, they depict not a portrait, but the idea of a portrait.

    After the Renaissance, the west first felt its superiority over the
    east not on the battlefield, but in art. A hundred years after
    Bellini's "voyage east", Vasari described how even Ottoman sultans
    obliged by their religion to take a dim view of painting were in awe
    of the skill Bellini showed in his Istanbul portraits and still
    inclined to praise them extravagantly. When writing of Filippo Lippi,
    Vasari relates how, after the painter was captured by eastern pirates,
    his new master asked him to do his portrait; so taken was he by its
    shocking realism that he set Lippi free. In our own day, western
    analysts, perhaps because they are uneasy about the consequences of
    the west's excessive military prowess, prefer not to talk of the
    indisputable power of the art of the Renaissance. Instead, they point
    to Bellini's sensitive portraits to remind us that easterners, too,
    have their humanity.

    After the death of Mehmed the Conqueror, his son Bayezid II, who did
    not share his father's way of life or his passion for portraiture, had
    Bellini's portrait sold in the bazaar. In the Turkey of my childhood,
    our lycee textbooks lamented this rejection of Renaissance art as a
    mistake, describing it as a missed opportunity, and suggesting that,
    had we gone on from where we'd started 500 years ago, we might have
    produced a different kind of art and become "a different
    nation". Perhaps. Whenever I look at Bellini's cross-legged painter, I
    think this "other path" might have served miniaturists best. Because
    they could have painted so much better once seated at tables - and
    also could have saved themselves from aching joints and legs.

    Translated by Maureen Freely. Orhan Pamuk is the author of My Name is
    Red , Istanbul: Memories of a City and Snow (Faber). Bellini and the
    East is at the National Gallery, London WC2, from Wednesday until June
    25. Details: 020-7747 2885.
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