But what I liked the most of all the art that we saw at the Hermitage was the neoclassical statue collection. I feel so stupid now, because I didn’t note the names of the sculptors of these marble pieces, but I was just so taken with them. It’s not like I’ve never seen marble statues before. And I don’t think these were so extremely special, as far as marble statues at world-class art museums goes I mean, since they were shown in a staircase, as if there just because the curators didn’t know where else to put them. I don’t know, maybe I just haven’t really looked before.
But here. Photographs are poor illustrations, they can’t show the space that these statues fill. But just. Try to imagine it. How the light falls on the skin. The creases of the fabric. The serenity of that pose, like having just woken up from a beautiful dream.
And the warmth that radiated from this hard stone. So much life, captured moments of perfection.
The heat of marble. I was speechless. I’ve discovered a new love.
Katja Malmborg 