A
great Italian sculptor was brought by the Bishop of Florence to create a statue.
One
tonne of marble was brought and put up in the front of the chapel. The sculptor
was told: “They have the Sistine Chapel, now I want something special here, in Florence. I want it to be
the best ever.” He commissioned him and asked: “How long do you need?” He said:
“I need a year.” He said, “Ok, take a
year”.
The
bishop went on a small tour and when he came
back, he walked straight into the chapel to see what had been done…half
expecting a half-finished piece of work.
It
had been three months…and the stone was completely left untouched. Not a single
scratch, not a mark. All the tools were brand new, still lying on the
side…nothing had moved, nothing had happened.
So
he called one of the lay brothers and said “Where is my statue?”
He
was told: “Every single day, the sculptor is here. He comes at the crack of
dawn and he sits in front of that statue. Then he repositions himself and then
he repositions himself again, as the
light changes. And he just sits and stares at the stone.:
“Does
he take notes, does he draw sketches…what does he do?”
“Nothing.
He just stares and stares and stares. And when dusk falls, he leaves.”
“This
is going on for three months?
“Yes,
it is going on for 3 months.”
“Oh
well, he is a great sculptor, maybe he needs time.” So saying, the bishop took
off for another tour. He came back 2 months later. He went into the chapel, and again not a single scratch. Again, when we
he talked to the lay monks, they told him exactly the same story.
So
he called the abbot and said, “You are the abbot of the monastery. Go down to
him tomorrow and tap him on the shoulder and ask him what is going on”. So he
went, and there he was—the sculptor—staring intently at the white square
marble.
He
leaned over very gingerly and tapped him on the shoulder. At first, the
sculptor didn’t react. So, he tapped him a little bit more…again there was no
reaction. So he gave him a light shout and there was a massive eruption.
The
sculptor turned around and immediately snapped at the abbot, cursing him
vehemently, demanding that he get out of the chapel, and not darken the
threshold of the chapel ever again for as along as he was there. If he ever took
a breath, made a squeak of a noise again, or interrupted the sculptor, the
sculptor would actually complain to the archbishop.
The
abbot just slunk away. The archbishop, on hearing this, thought “Let us leave
him for a little while and see what happens. I am coming back next month. By
then, he should be finished. Again, he went into the chapel…there was nothing
waiting for him to see. Seven months of the year had gone by.
The
archbishop decided to talk to him the next day. At the crack of dawn, the
archbishop sat in front of the marble, waiting. The doors opened. The sculptor
strode right in. He did not even see the archbishop.
He
went straight up, picked up his tools and started hammering. The archbishop
quietly left. Four months later, one month short of the year, La Peitra David
was born. It is considered to be the finest sculpture ever done.
Now
the question would be: What was he doing for 7 months? The
lay monks asked the archbishop this when it was unveiled.
The
archbishop replied: “The question is what has happened to my other 200 Davids.”
"What
200 Davids?”
The
archbishop said: “Seven months of 30 days, makes is 210 days. Each day, he sat
there and as he walked around and he has finished an entire sculpture in his
mind, and then chosen to reject it. Can you imagine, I just missed 210 Davids.”
The
sculptor had studied the grain of the stone, the colour, the lighting and
everything. You cannot remove it after it has been sculpted, and the sculptor
learnt from the stone.
If
you can learn from stone, then the question even for an agnostic is, why can’t
you learn from the person in front of you? Why would you need to asses him?
The
question is: How receptive are you? That is studentship.