musée Rodin, 22 April, 2007
bronze flesh carved in time
scent of lilacs in the air
where is my lover
Vapour trails slice up the otherwise cloudless blue sky. An avenue of Linden trees runs down either side of the park. A pond lies empty and surrounded by bronze sculptures. The lilacs are in bloom. Bird sing. Bells chime crazily Why now? It's 11.17 a.m.?
How do sculptors manage to capture so perfectly human life in stone and metal? I can feel emotion emanating from them. Even though they stand, unchanged by wind, rain, presidential elections. They stand as a tribute to the artist's idea, the same concept which appeared in their head one day, nourished by background, experience and talent, the seed grew and still stands.
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