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by pev42 / 10.24.2005 |
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I was drawn to the statue by Proserpina’s raised hand. The rest of the features of the two people were hard to see, but her hand in the air seemed to reach out above the whole piece, showing her struggle and calling for help. The hand was so perfect, the fingers positioned just like mine would fall naturally if I put out my hand, that Proserpina came to life for me and I wanted to learn the rest of her story. Walking around the statue, I saw that her left hand was pressed up against Pluto’s face, distorting his features, but not disguising his roguish joy. From the way that his enormous hands dug into the soft flesh of her side, I could see that there was no escape for her. She struggled out of surprise and defiance, but not with hope.
In the next room, I was pulled into a new story by Apollo’s trailing hand and the spiraling fabric that showed that the god was on a chase. As I walked around, I saw Daphne, her outstretched hands already sprouting laurel leaves. On the far side the entire story came together when I saw that Apollo’s other hand was reaching out for her, but touched bark rather than skin.
David’s face showed his extreme concentration. His lips tucked in and his brows furrowed, it was apparent that he was thinking about nothing but the critical motions of his hands that would kill the giant and save his people. His entire body was wound up for the critical shot, with the sole purpose of magnifying the power of his throw. The curvature of his body was centered around his hands, reflecting not only their centrality to his thoughts, but also to his motions.
Pauline Bonaparte reclined on her couch, her head resting gently on her right hand. The hand touched her head so delicately that it was clear that she didn’t need it for support. She had just put it there to complete her image of elegant ease and natural gracefulness. Following the line of her arm down her body, I saw that she held an apple, the symbol of her everlasting beauty. Her delicate hand held it lightly, as if to show that it belonged with her whether or not she made an effort to keep it.
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