Having been absent from here throughout the Olympic Games (which were a blast here in my hometown), I have been reflecting on things classical like the origins of the games. And what comes to mind but Bernini. Old passions are renewed. How I wish I had access to classical imagery like this in my hometown. New is fine; but Bernini is exquisite. Above are details of “The Ecstasy of Saint Therese” and “The Rape of Proserpina.” Delicious!
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