Why i feel we have sooo soo much beauty and culture and ideas trapped beneath the surface but we can’t really share it freely , and we end up staring at each other in silence? i adore watching you and loose myself in your chocolate eyes, but i want more than the feel of your skind under mine, i want my mind warpped with yours… but i don’t know how to let go and do it either.
No one before Bernini had managed to make marble so carnal. In his nimble hands it would flatter and stream, quiver and sweat. His figures weep and shout, their torses twist and run, and arch themselves in spasms of intense sensation. He could, like an alchemist, change one material into another - marble into trees, leaves, hair, and, of course, flesh.
- Simon Schama’s Power of Art. Bernini
(Source: cressus, via nothindoin)