While wandering the expansive Louvre and hunting down the ‘must see’ pieces, we came across Psyche Revived by Cupid’s Kiss. Appropriately tucked in a corner you feel as though you walked in on two lovers. The sculpted display captures raw passion and caused me to pause, think, feel. I honestly love a quality piece of art which causes you to stop dead in your tracks and emote. Someone once explained to me that anyone can craft, but it becomes art when it causes you to feel.
I walked circles around it, taking in the details from every angle. I noticed their faces, so lifelike and yet void of vitality. The details on the curls of hair, cascading down yet stagnant. The wings looked so delicate and light yet made of heavy stone. And at any moment it looked as if their lips might meet and share a kiss, but forever locked in that embrace.
The quality of this sculpture struck me as pristine, no nicks or cracks, smooth. I tried to imagine Antonio Canova working on this piece over 200 years ago. How does one turn a huge block of stone into a piece of art? No doubt his talented hands were commissioned for this reason.
On the eve of the next new year I see 2013 as a giant boulder in front of me. The potential for everything grand sits untouched. I ache to dive into it and chip away towards success. There’s so much my heart wants for 2013, yet my head tells me to be patient. Waiting for the right moment, the right price, the right scenario will produce better results rather than rushing into things. But how can one just sit around on their haunches when the potential for beauty, for art, is there?
I’m torn. I’m sitting in limbo, waiting for the moment when things move forward, forever waiting for Psyche to lock lips with Cupid.
I have high hopes for molding 2013 into a magnificent sculpture.