Today would have been Auguste Rodin’s birthday. He would have been 172.
He had the almost unique ability to breathe life into mere stone—to grant a life force to inanimate objects. He could do with a pair of hands what other sculptors could never manage even with whole constellations of subject matter.
After him, sculpture was truly never the same again.
IMAGES from top to bottom: ‘The Kiss’ aka ‘Francesca da Rimini’; ‘ Cathedral’; Pierre di Wissant from the ‘Burghers of Calais’; ‘The Eternal Idol’ at The Musee Rodin in Paris.
3 comments:
And happy birthday to you, PC!
Yes, well, that's enough of that, thank you. Harumph!
Beautiful! Thank you. Needed a reminder that it's not all-crap-all-the-time.
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