tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077740470781115661.post8834190908210699981..comments2024-01-09T02:09:26.112+01:00Comments on andarperpensieri: "Un pensiero al giorno" 152 - "Il discobolo che mi ruotò lo sguardo"Gillipixelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15351041713044445647noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077740470781115661.post-5090383190628288512016-08-26T22:35:58.643+02:002016-08-26T22:35:58.643+02:00"Yet the men of marble appear to have more we..."Yet the men of marble appear to have more weight with the public than the men of canvas; perhaps on account of the greater density and solid substance of the material in which they work, and the sort of physical advantage which their labors thus acquire over the illusive unreality of color. To be a sculptor seems a distinction in itself; whereas a painter is nothing, unless individually eminent. [...]<br />A sculptor, indeed, [...] should be even more indispensably a poet than those who deal in measured verse and rhyme. His material, or instrument, which serves him in the stead of shifting and transitory language, is a pure, white, undecaying substance. It insures immortality to whatever is wrought in it, and therefore makes it a religious obligation to commit no idea to its mighty guardianship, save such as may repay the marble for its faithful care, its incorruptible fidelity, by warming it with an ethereal life. Under this aspect, marble assumes a sacred character; and no man should dare to touch it unless he feels within himself a certain consecration and a priesthood".<br /><br />(Nathaniel Hawthorne, "The marble faun")Occhi bluhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04907195875245835139noreply@blogger.com