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| Masterful Louvre |
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| Enter |
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| Layers |
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| Frames among many |
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| Battle |
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| Les Illusion Perdue by Charles Gleyre |
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The hegemony of
Au Louve can
not forsake a mere soul who beckons to study within. To be apart of a
toppling collection of master works--some 30 ft tall--bears nails on
your back. You see their prestige. You feel it. But can one gain this
stature? I can only imagine what time was put forth to craft these
marvelous pieces. For every piece is pure time. It is a part of the
artist--a piece of their being. They remove a piece of their creative
passion and placed it meticulously upon a medium.
Sunday
the first of each month is a day for all Parisians to enjoy life in a
city of Art. This is a free experience. The public gains access to
outstanding wonders of the world. A gift one normally can not obtain.
Mountains of pilgrims flock through the city, ready to soak in the
world.
Notre
Dame de Paris is a spectacle of the mind and soul. The majestic
interior can only be held by the monumental exterior. Huge in mass but
light in density, the structure reaches to the heavens. A small glimpse
into a candle lit interior and coral sung tunes space brings tears to
the eyes. It is captivating.
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