We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
have to see the original. mind-blowing.
as he got old, he not only found God in a new way, but he put his heart into it. but he never quit his appreciation of the female form, be it angels, or otherwise.
A great favorite of mine...still remember the dreary tan classroom in my Brit finishing school where our faded old maid teacher waxed poetical about Botticelli. We each had a paperback book with about a dozen famous prints of his (those were the days when prints were garish and expensive) and had to write essays about his paintings. Lucky you to see them in real life! My parents never took me to Italy, and by the time I was an adult I was too poor to. I love the mix of the angelic and the human. The idea of the divine spark in us mundane humans...of course not many that can measure up to those longstemmed beauties.
That movie that so many guys hate, A Room with a View, has the best description of the dizzying effect of such art on us cloddish Anglo Saxons when exposed to it for the first time. Bowled over, breathless, a window into Heaven. You look at one picture so hard trying to memorize it, like a painted song, to mull over when you go back to the ugliness of everyday slog.
I imagine those peasants all stinking and rotten teeth and rags just blown away by the medieval cathedrals and carrying away images of the colored light streaming onto white stone as they left for their plows and snares and animals in the hut. God Himself made manifest, His glory refracted, or painted by this guy.