Art Is Long, Time Is--

Art is Long; Time is... Art is longer than a heart-beat, time is shorter than a hand-shake. David's maker, Michelangelo, made him taller than a mortal man— stretching out proportions, choosing marble of heroic flaw before his chisel ever made a mark. The chosen youth so calm and self-contained; his fingers gently cup the stone arrested by his hip. Constructed with less care from common clay, we who gather close to David's knee, gaze upward at the sky-crowned youth, his snowy mute perfection frozen. Our tiny cameras freeze the stone forever poised to throw toward fated death. Returning here again to Florence stones, aged by many summers more, David's stone remains unthrown. its arc a future still postponed. Peggy Brightman (c) 2017