To see a scorned, beaten, and crucified
man, lying dead in the arms of his mother is an image, which can inspire
overwhelming emotions within the heart of an observer. Yet, for the longest
time I've had such difficulty looking at Michelangelo's art in this way.
To me, art has never been about expressing oneself or conveying a message
to others, but simply creating an image for the sake of beauty and perfection.
When I look at Michelangelo's art I see
a cold, solid mass of marble carved by the skilled hands of a master, Rather
than this work of great beauty, capable of eliciting a deeply emotional
response. I look at it in terms of the techniques Michelangelo used
the understanding he had of the human form, to render a piece ultimately
comprising precision and realism. It has been upon these standards that
I have based my concept of what art is.
In my eyes, art has always been just a
unique ability that I have. I feel driven by it, not to express some deep