The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day.
I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument.
The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set ;
only there is the agony of wishing in my heart.
The blossom has not opened ; only the wind is sighing by.
I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice ;
only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house.
from -my new favorite- GITANJALI, R. Tagore
“There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe … but not for us.”
I remember feeling speechless when I saw the David in Florence for the first time. I am sure many must have felt the same. I felt as if my heart was growing bigger, I don’t know how else to explain really, but it literally felt like that. Facing it’s beauty and it’s scale – scale in any sense…
But I wasn’t aware of the story behind it, the story of David and Goliath. After reading about it, and of course Michelangelo’s interpretation of it, that look in his eyes unveiled itself, leaving me in total awe once more.
So here are some of the photographs of the David I took, in Piazza della Signoria, Florence. I am hoping to see him again with my own eyes sometime soon…
Michelangelo catches David in the very instant – and no more than that – when he sets his gaze on his adversary, ready to cast the stone that will strike him on the forehead: right in the middle, under the bronze helmet…
The left hand lets go, the sling slips down along his back, his stretched out right arm starts to swing the sling around in large circles until, by releasing the end, the strip undoubles and the pebble is hurled to strike Goliath in the forehead… His expression is not one of threatening pride upon seeing the enemy, but of deep concentration in calculating the amount of force needed to rotate the sling… As a defender of his life and country, Michelangelo’s David does what the artist himself did in his profession, he measures things up at a glance. The calculation will be accurate because the thrower has “the compass in his eyes”, as stated by his inventor.
from the book, Michelangelo : sculptor by Cristina Acidini Luchinat
My first post had to be this photograph I’ve taken in Piazza della Signoria, Florence. I am just fascinated by the softness and delicacy in this magnificent work of art in opposition to the nature of it’s material. One of my favorites.
Hope you enjoy being here!