The Blood of a Pomegranate- Stephen Mackey
Can I set my dress on fire now
Remember who the real enemy is.
Gustav Klimt, The Kiss, 1907-1908
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
St.Sebastian. 1625. Nicolas Regnier. Flemish. 1590-1667.
"In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun."
Henri de Toulouse Lautrec - In Bed (1893)