Not a literary work per se, but one that raises interesting issues regaring making an account or a factual record, modernism and where a reader meets the text. The diary is absent of anything other than pure documentation of the 16th century painter's day-to-day life and exposes the most banal and mundane functions in human existance, leaving the reader to wonder to assume one thing elvated action in Pontormo's life is the one that transcends any description or explanation: painting.