This artist whose name I forget did this series of sculptures throughout the years of his relationship with his girlfriend or muse. The furthest left sculpture was created in the first year and so on and so forth. See how delicately he shaped her face in the first couple of years-loving attention to capturing the beauty of his visage. As the relationship sours or perhaps as his perceptions of her change, the sculptures becomes more mangled, twisted, less true to reality and more surreal. I always wonder if the later sculptures are meant to be grotesque, a vilification of his once idealized image, or if they are meant to be more complex, as relationships come to be over the years.
I am truly, blissfully, inexplicably happy. The world is wide, open, free, and ready to be conquered and disseminated. I want to savor every moment of life.
I want to fly.
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