Sunday, November 19, 2006
Rhea
The fullness of her arms, small, delicate breasts--poised above a scallop shell, her shawl revealing the heavens. Arms partially raised, just enough to hold the space, which is regal, like the gesture of the shell itself, both containing and opening at once. Something ancient here, even in the photo, a hand-held camera in some minor Greek museum--the past as if happened upon, re-encountered. That purpose of art--to behold...
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