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February 22, 2007



I read a fictionalized biography of Michelangelo once, years ago, and the whole approach to marble and the figure being set free by the artist has stuck with me. I marvel.


I've always wanted to be able to do classical sculpture, which I find slightly odd, since sculpture is totally NOT my thing. But I love looking at the finished marble sculptures. They give me the eerie quality that they are alive; that everytime I blink or turn my head, they dance around and mock me.

The Bernini Satyr is one of my favorites. I could look at him all day. I, too, wish there was a magical english garden out my back door filled with hidden treasures. If only...

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