Of course by the last hour of studying I'm tired and half asleep, yet every time I only have a few more notes to take, a piece of art catches my eye. Instead of finishing my last study note bullet I decided to take a break and write to you -whoever you are -about a Neoclassical marble sculpture: Cupid and Psyche by Antonio Canova.
As a classical art observer (sounds so noble lmao), marble almost always seems to cast an emotional response over me. Perhaps it's the way sculptors were capable of rendering rock to look like skin, flawless and perfect, or maybe I'm just stumped as to how they managed to cut the rock in the first place. Without an electric blade or anything.. no big deal..
Like seriously how did they move it.
Now I'm not going to recite the whole story because I'm about to fall asleep but all you need to know is the moral: