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The Imaginary Prisons of Piranesi

[by Stefanos Daskalakis | The Art of Crime, abridged]

Giovani Battista Piranesi (1720-1778) was born near Venice and died in Rome. He was an architect and a printmaker. As an architect, the only project he completed was the church of Santa Maria del Priorato in Rome. But as an engraver, in the tradition of Rembrandt, Dürer, Goya, Roualt and Picasso, he was on of the greatest. He became famous for his engravings Views of Rome, and his sequence known as the Carceri d’invenzione [or “Imaginary Prisons”] was highly acclaimed.

They are fictitious spaces that recall the inner parts of medieval towers where everything has assumed gargantuan proportions. Giant columns, tackling and pulleys with chains suspended threateningly, engines of torture, toothed wheels like those familiar from the iconography associated with Saint Catherine. Series of vaults in succession and meandering stairs with countless vanishing points that extend the space infinitely in every direction. With the pronounced shadows and sharp lighting these places give you the impression that you’re in a labyrinth, trapped in a mechanism that overruns you. According to Marguerite Yourcenar it is “an artificial world that is nevertheless real in a sinister way, claustrophobic, megalomaniacal, that brings to mind modern man who shuts himself away more each day.”

Viewing the “Prisons” one quickly discerns the striking fact that all those giant constructions serve no purpose, just as the chains never restrained an inmate (with the exception of Etchings II and X). Likewise, the wheels have remained motionless and the staircases lead nowhere.

Etching XIΙI: The Well

The similarities between the oeuvre of Piranesi and Kafka’s are manifest and run through the latter’s work in its entirety. There is a description of a labyrinth in the short story “The Burrow”, and in “Advocates” we come across this paragraph: “So if you find nothing in the corridors open the doors, if you find nothing behind these doors there are more floors, and if you find nothing up there, don’t worry, just leap up another flight of stairs. As long as you don’t stop climbing, the stairs won’t end, under your climbing feet they will go on growing upwards.” The architect of this space seems familiar…

We can also find a possible explanation for all that idleness and desuetude into which sinks everything in Piranesi’s prisons in the following terse parable by Kafka: “There are four legends concerning Prometheus: According to the first he was clamped to a rock in the Caucasus for betraying the secrets of the gods to men, and the gods sent eagles to feed on his liver, which was perpetually renewed. According to the second Prometheus, goaded by the pain of the tearing beaks, pressed himself deeper and deeper into the rock until he became one with it. According to the third his treachery was forgotten in the course of thousands of years, forgotten by the gods, the eagles, forgotten by himself. According to the fourth everyone grew weary of the meaningless affair. The gods grew weary, the eagles grew weary, the wound closed wearily. There remained the inexplicable mass of rock. The legend tried to explain the inexplicable (…).”

Etching XVI: The Pier with Chains

Thus, we have a probable answer. As if the people who built these prisons, who made all these instruments of torture to extract some truth even with the use of violence, who concocted all these colossal constructions - they ultimately relinquished every kind of pursuit. As if all efforts to find some meaning are doomed to reach the same impasse and as such the mystery remains impenetrable.

Etching III: The Round Tower

In Etching III on the lower right where we see darkened windows with a slight slope towards the bottom, we have the impression that we are plunging into a subterranean world, into chaos. Maybe this is the most forbidding point in the work. Even more than the massive arches, the round tower with walled-up windows and the omnipresent pulleys. Those windows in the bottom right-hand section promise an even murkier world, more fearsome than all the torture devices, precisely by means of suggestion.

Etching III: The Round Tower (detail)

It is worth mentioning Théophile Gautier, who was aided by Piranesi in his efforts to give form to his hallucinatory experiences. As he himself relates in his essay Le Club des Hachichins [The Club of Hashish-Eaters]: “By this time, I had reached the head of the stairs, which I undertook to descend; they were half-lit, and through my dream they took on Cyclopean, gigantic proportions. Their two ends, bathed in shadow, seemed to plunge into heaven and hell, both of them abysses; raising my head, I indistinctly discerned, in a prodigious perspective, countless, superposed landings, ramps leading up as to the top of the tower of Lylacq; looking down, I felt the presence of abysses of steps, whorls of spirals, circumvolutions. This staircase must pierce the earth through and through, said I to myself as I continued my mechanical walking. I shall reach the bottom the day after Judgement Day.”

Etching XIV: The Gothic Arch

And a little further on: “To convey the impression of tenebrous architecture I would need the point of the needle with which Piranesi etched the black varnish of his marvelous copperplates.” Piranesi gives Gautier the means to fully express his experimentation with hashish while at the same time Gautier also offers us an approach to the work of Piranesi. In one of his poems Victor Hugo speaks of “Le cerveau noir de Piranèse” [The Dark Brain of Piranesi]. Marguerite Yourcenar in turn borrows this verse as a title for her essay on Piranesi. Likewise, there is a short story by Jorge Luis Borges “The Library of Babel” where he describes a universe that has much in common with the cosmos of the Imaginary Prisons. It begins as follows: “The universe (which others call the library) is composed of an indefinite number of hexagonal galleries. In the corner of each gallery is a ventilation shaft, bounded by a low railing. From any hexagon one can see the floors above and below – one after another, endlessly. The arrangement of the galleries is always the same […] One of the hexagon’s free sides opens onto a narrow sort of vestibule, which in turn opens onto another gallery, identical to the first – identical in fact to all. […] Through this space too passes a spiral staircase, which winds upward and downward into the remotest distance.”

Etching X: Prisoners on a Projecting Platform

Whether it’s the Prometheus myth, Kafka’s labyrinth, Gautier’s hashish-induced hallucinations, Hugo’s “cerveau noir de Piranèse,” or Metaphysical Prisons as Aldous Huxley called the etchings “whose seat is within the mind, whose walls are made of nightmare and incomprehension, whose chains are anxiety and their racks a sense of personal and even generic guilt,” or scenes from cinema starting with Metropolis by Fritz Lang, Strike by Eisenstein, The Third Man by Carol Reed [especially the chase scene in the sewers], Blade Runner and The Name of the Rose – they are all evidence and arguments for the inexhaustible dynamism of Piranesi’s Imaginary Prisons but also proof of the fundamental truth that a work of art lives on and is recreated in the gaze of viewers, readers and art lovers and unquestionably contains far more than its creator ever suspected.