Taddeo Gaddi (c. 1290, Florence – 1366, Florence) was a medieval Italian painter and architect.
He was the son of Gaddo di Zanobi, called Gaddo Gaddi. He was a member of Giotto's workshop from 1313 to 1337, when his master died. According to Giorgio Vasari, he was considered Giotto's most talented pupil: in 1347 he is placed at the top in a list of Florence's most renowned painters.
His main work is the cycle of Stories of the Virgin in the Baroncelli Chapel of the Basilica of Santa Croce in Florence (1328–1338). Later he perhaps painted the cabinet tiles in the sacristy of the same church, now divided among the Galleria dell'Accademia of Florence and museums in Munich and Berlin. These works show his mastership of Giotto's new style, to which he added a personal experimentation in the architectural backgrounds, such as in the staircase of the Presentation of the Virgin in the Baroncelli Chapel.
According to some scholars, he collaborated in the Stefaneschi Polyptych in Rome. His other works include a Madonna in Bern, an Adoration of the Magi in Dijon, the Stories of Job (Pisa, Camposanto Monumentale), the Madonna Enthroned with Child, Angels and Saints (Florence, Uffizi Gallery), the Madonna del Parto (Florence), and the Polyptych in Santa Felicita's sacristy, Florence. Vasari credited him also of the design and reconstruction of the Ponte Vecchio, which is however disputed by modern scholars.
Taddeo Gaddi (1520–1561) was an Italian Roman Catholic cardinal and bishop.
Taddeo Gaddi was born in Florence on January 22, 1520, the son of Luigi Gaddi and Caterina Gomiel. He was a direct descendant of painter Taddeo Gaddi, for whom he was named. He was the nephew of Cardinal Niccolò Gaddi.
He was educated in the law. On June 21, 1535, he was elected Archbishop of Cosenza. He was the administrator of the archdiocese untiil he reached the canonical age of 27. He governed the archdiocese through vicars. He became archpriest and a canon of the cathedral chapter of Florence Cathedral. In 1536, he became pastor of the Basilica of Santa Maria Novella. In 1552, he became a referendary apostolic.
Pope Paul IV made him a cardinal priest in the consistory of March 15, 1557. He received the red hat and the titular church of San Silvestro in Capite on March 24, 1557.
He was a participant in the papal conclave of 1559 that elected Pope Pius IV.
He died of stomach flu at the monastery of San Leonardo, Apulia on December 22, 1561. He was buried in his family tomb in the Basilica of Santa Maria Novella.
The Gaddis are a tribe living mainly in the Indian states of Himachal Pradesh and Jammu and Kashmir. They are Hindus and belong to several castes including Brahmin, Rajput, Dhangar, Khatri, Rana and Thakur.
Elderly Gaddi man at Dharamkot, Himachal Pradesh, 2004.
Elderly Gaddi man at Dharamkot, Himachal Pradesh, 2004.
Gaddi man photographed near Dharamkote in 2004.
Gaddi man photographed near Dharamkote in 2004.
Gaddi is both a surname and a given name. Notable people with the name include:
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Gaddi is a breed of domesticated sheep found in India. They are one of eight different breeds of sheep found in the northern temperate area of India. The Gaddi is raised primarily for its wool.
The Gaddi ram is horned while the ewes are found horned only 10 - 15% of the time. The tail is small and thin. The breed is considered medium sized. The Gaddi ewe averages 56 cm at the withers and weighs on average 26.5 kg. Lambs at birth weigh 2.5 kg and there is no difference in average birth weight between rams or ewes. This breed is small in size. It is strong and a good climber. Ears are also short. Fleece is fine and can grow up to 5m length. Fleece is clip three times a year (Feb, June and October). Fleece yield is 1-1.5kg/year. Wool is used for making shawls and blankets.
Generally, the breed is uncolored and white. Occasionally, the Gaddi can be found mixed tan, brown and black.
I can't hold it any longer
When I touch it, it makes me feel stronger
I can't control it out of my hands
And I don't fear it anymore
Hanging on to the edge
Being for the way from my sleep
I shut my eyes
I'm falling down deep
Can you feel it move?
Let it take you away
Holding on too tight
Trough the way of the night
Nothing is impossible...impossible
I'm hanging on to the edge
Being for the way from my sleep
I shut my eyes
I'm falling down deep
Can you feel it move?
Let it take you away
Holding on too tight
Trough the way of the night