I stumbled across this today, Bradley-Ives’ “Undine, rising from the water”

The first thing that catches my eye is the worshipful depiction of the feminine form, and how beautifully the wet, gauzy cloth clings to her body.

That’s just first time thing though: after they eye has had a moment to take her in (and the body has a moment to remember to breath), I am awestruck that her lovely form and that soft, wet, gauzy cloth draped over her are solid marble.

I can’t imagine having the raw talent that accompanies that artist’s sense of beauty, but I’m overjoyed to live in a world with people that do.