Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels' hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly pressed me against his heart, I would perish in the embrace of his stronger existence. For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror which we are barely able to endure and are awed because it serenely disdains to annihilate us. Each single angel is terrifying.
"A visit to Bellefontaine Cemetary would not be complete, too, without a glance at the very spooky figure that looks over the David R. Francis tomb and family plot. Today the dim light completely hid the face."
Rodin. This is probably my favourite piece of art ever. He hasn't just captured the detail of the hands. But the emotion of a lover's touch. It takes my breath away. Pinned from my friend Jenn's blog. www.earthfirewaterearth.blogspot.com