14,000 plus verses of the terza rima is an astonishing accomplishment in the field of human endeavour. The architecture of this great poem is scarcely believable. L’altissima poeta. 1265-1321. Was fortunate to visit his house in Florence in 1987.
Sculpture to me is one of the greatest art forms. Something about the creative process in which you take away and then the work is revealed. It was a Michelangelo I believe who said about the finished work “the lion was always inside” (it just needed to be revealed).
Remember June 1973 watching Secretariat win the triple crown. Belmont stakes photo, when he won by 31 lengths, set records etc. Have watched this race on you tube many times since, often with a tear out of sheer joy at the beauty of it all.
Fabulous dance lessons (private and group) tonight at the school and wanted to share my elevated spirit somehow. Consider this post an ode to joy. Homage to beauty in all its manifestations. I could just as easily have picked scenes from nature, music, or so many other art forms. I am going to practice the samba all weekend because some Brazilians are visiting. My dance teacher coaxed a smile out of me tonight. Not because I was unhappy. Far from it. I was joyous inside but in rapt attention to the task (dancing) at hand. I believe our own dear Ludwig Wittgenstein went through life as a grump but was actually quite happy inside. V stands for Victory!