No one before Bernini had managed to make marble so carnal. In his nimble hands it would flatter and stream, quiver and sweat. His figures weep and shout, their torses twist and run, and arch themselves in spasms of intense sensation. He could, like an alchemist, change one material into another - marble into trees, leaves, hair, and, of course, flesh.
- Simon Schama’s Power of Art. Bernini
Okay, this is real. Danny never looked at me like that.
The Wyndham Sisters by John Singer Sargent | Fleurs by Jean Benner | Mrs. Daniel Sargent by John Singleton Copley | Gossip Being Punished by Ignacio Diaz Olano | Mrs. Louis E. Raphael by John Singer Sargent
No gradient. Not a single change in vibrance or brightness. No brightness. It engulfs. It’s all black.
Claude Monet » Water Lilies
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