I can’t fully explain why, but ever since I have had the opportunity to visit some of the great museums and been able to fully appreciate sculpture I instantly gravitated towards the feet.
Probably for many reasons. One, I was a ballet dancer and always looking for inspiration. The lines I was seeing on these works of art was so often everything I aspired to. But I think what captured my fascination the most was that so often it is what you are eye-level with.
Their beauty is so ethereal as it hovers above you, but then a glance at the pedestal and so often there are their feet. You are essentially inches away from a work carved so long before you even existed. Somehow it felt like a connection to all my history books.
And then there was that tiny detail that a person could easily overlook, but still made beautiful.
This is the first in a series I want to share and is also my favorite. This sculpture is in the Greek Gallery at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
“Tanny had a quality about her that made me think of a young animal coming into its own, like a gauche young colt soon to become graceful thoroughbred.” - Jerome Robbins.