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The Intruder |
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by leahs2 / 10.24.2005 |
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| The Ecstasy of Beata Ludovica Albertoni |
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Assignment |
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Beata Ludovica Albertoni is caught in a personal moment not meant to be witnessed: she is gasping for air and writhing in her body. As my eyes travel from her face to knee to hand I feel that I am intruding, that I should not have walked in at this moment. Yet I keep looking and see that Bernini has captured her in time, and displayed her for us to view. The flowers beneath her berth give a soft rose scent and I feel I have walked upon a grave of privacy, a shrine to intimacy. The soft face so contorted in pain and pleasure, the ecstasy so vivid in the folds of her robes, the light rolling her in shadows and allowing our eyes to travel . . . I look away for a second and when I look back she has moved, slightly: her hand is pressed against her chest a bit tighter, and her dress has fallen from her knee.
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