|Waiting for the train at 6:00 a.m. in Cavazzale|
|Changed trains in Vicenza to Padova then another change in Padova to Florence.|
|Train Station in Florence|
|Round-about outside of Santa Maria Novella Station|
The wait was a mere 20 minutes in the no-reservation line. The time of year and morning worked well. My anticipation grew as we inched closer to the door. After we walked along a small corridor, we entered the main room of the museum. The body scanner and personal possession xray scanner drove home the importance of what I was about to experience.
The precious and valued art and the incomparable David.
We breezed through security, bought our tickets and entered the main chamber where indescribable art centuries old hung along the walls with nothing separating us. The richness of the colors made the images three dimensional. We started to go to the left where David awaited, but decided we would save the masterpiece for last.
With each gallery of fine art my anticipation grew. I drank in the complexity of each portrait and imagined the environment centuries ago where the images first materialized. I have always been amazed by the dimension of the folds of the garments while looking at pictures of these paintings, but to see the depth, color, and clarity of the originals was truly breathtaking.
Seeing David was more than checking off a bucket list item. It was an opportunity to connect with an artisan who had truly honed his craft.
Several of Michaelangelos works lined the path to David. Each work exhibited how he practiced to achieve perfection of each body part. It's easy to admire a finished masterpiece and see the beauty and precision, but to truly understand the path the artist takes to get to the finished product generates much greater appreciation.
His toenails, the veins bulging from his right hand, forearm and bicep, the defined musculature of his thighs and abdomen, the curls of his hair, and the eyes.
Those mesmerizing eyes seemed to see right through me. I stood for moments drinking in his splendor from every angle. I wanted to grasp his greatness with more of my senses. I wanted to touch the smooth stone, to be alone to admire in
quiet splendor but had to settle with
absorbing as much as possible with my eyes.
Knowing this wonder emerged through the hands of Michelangelo from a simple flawed block of marble added to my awe and appreciation. I fought the sting of tears for many reasons, but most importantly because I understood the dedication to craft that this statue represented.
Every artist whether it be through music, painting, sculpting, writing, or any other medium prays for an emotional response from their audience.
For 500 years David has never ceased to provoke that response. I pray that the marvel of what Michelangelo created is never taken for granted by future generations of people who are bombarded with visual imagery through the magic of advanced technology. Michelangelo used rudimentary tools, his hands and clear vision to create something tangible. Something that has long outlived its creator. Which I believe is the driving force for all artists--to create something that touches lives long after they are gone.
|Enjoying a Caprese Salad for lunch|
|Egli è molto forte|
|One of MANY leather vendors|
Later we visited the Uffizi Gallery. Many beautiful and priceless works of art by the masters of the Renaissance. To name a few: Flippo Lippi, Giotto, Raphael, Titian, Piero Della Francesca, Caravaggio.
The most fames included Botticelli's Birth of Venus and
|The Ponte Vecchio|
This bridge is the only bridge to survive the attacks during WW II.
|On the Ponte Vecchio - Jewelry shops line both sides|
|Along the Arno - The Ponte Vecchio in the far distance|
|The Ponte Santa Trinita|
|Selfie next to the Arno in Florence, Italy|
|The Arno River in Florence|
Had dinner at Trattoria Katti. Good meal to end a good day. Tomorrow: The Best of Tuscany Tour. Can't wait to see Tuscany!!!