It’s 6 AM on a Friday.
I look at this photo and the statue in it, and I wonder, who was the woman who modeled for it? Did the sculptor manage to capture her, her essence? Did he say, “Hold that pose,” and she spent an hour or two thinking about kids, or laundry or the weekly grocery list?
Is it a fantasy figure, his ideal woman that he created out of marble, fully formed, like Athena from Zeus’s head?
How do we view the people we love?