I met David on Tuesday. He towered over me, and didn’t flinch. In fact, he seemed carved from marble, so raw was his power and so perfect his form. And that gaze! This is one confident kid.
Michelangelo’s David was the one must-see on my trip to Florence. He did not disappoint. I expected to be moved, and I was. A few salty wetnesses escaped my eyes as I contemplated this masterpiece, when I stopped examining and reading and listening to the guide, and finally sat in a corner and had my pilgrimage moment of awe and wonder.
This is bravura sculpting, powerfully realized, and deeply moving.