Stone from the Ruin
This afternoon, I showed my friend one of my most favorite sculpture, which is actually the one in the slide right in front of me on my desk at home. Then he said to me, "it is just a stone from the ruin." Because of this, I wanted to write something even though I am so busy with work.
The first sight of this sculpture dated back to around like 10 years ago. I saw that at an exhibition at the Landmark in Central. Since then, I love it so much. In 2000, I was in France. I realized my dream for I made a visit to the museum having this ORIGINAL sculpture. (http://www.musee-rodin.fr/). I bought this slide, poster, bookmark, publications, postcard, etc. Until now, I have got several books about this artist and his works!
After my friend's comments, I wondered why I like this 'stone from the ruin' that much. The answer perhaps just: 'REAL'.
To my friend, perhaps that's a piece of stone without any meaning. Or as he said, because I don't know anything about sculpture and I couldn't make it, therefore I love that so much. However, there have been so many sculptors around in the World. Why this only? All his works actually present that kind of 'REAL' touch. The verve in there really caught me.
Turning such 'ordinary stone' into an artpiece which is so humane is not easy at all. His handicraft is really amazing!
(Finally, I would like to quote some words from a book to tell you more about this particular sculpture. English only.)
The Kiss. 1886. Marble. Musee Rodin, Paris.
'That embrace in which there is both desire and chastity'
"The man's head is bent, that of the woman is lifted, and their mouths meet in a kiss that seals the intimate union of their two beings. Through the extraordinary magic of art, this kiss, which is scarcely indicated by the meeting of their lips, is clearly visible, not only in their meditative expressions, but still more in the shiver that runs equally through both bodies, from the nape of the neck to the soles of the feet, in every fibre of the man's back, as it bends, straightens, grows still, where everything adores - bones, muscles, nerves, flesh - in his leg, which seems to twist slowly, as if moving to brush against his lover's leg; and in the woman's feet, which hardly touch the ground, uplifted with her whole being as she is swept away with ardour and grace."
- Gustave Geffroy -
Rodin: The Hands of Genius. (ISBN 0500300194)