Rodin – 1840/1917 – Pierre de Wissant – in the garden.
Rodin – The Thinker – in the garden
Rodin
Rodin's sculpture of Eve.
Reflection in the mirror.
Rodin's Museum.
Rodin's museum alone, without any of his amazing work is a beauty in itself.
The reflection of the kiss in the round room's mirrors took my breath away.
Rodin – Camille Claudel au Bonnet.
The softness of the petal, the sting of the thorn.
photo source Wiki, Camille Claudel
The French film of Camille and Rodin can be seen here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=emmVOyXKHiA
Rodin Museum
The soft play of natural light gave these two sculptures a haunting feel.
Online eBook by Rainer Marie Rilke about Auguste Rodin can be found here:
http://www.gutenberg.org/files/45579/45579-h/45579-h.htm
The reflection in the mirror.
What we see, or care to see.
Different angles, perception… view point.
What we bring forth from stone, what we bring forth from our own hands, hearts and eventually our lives.
The source of his inspiration, the human body. Unlocking the soul from the stone.
The Kiss
Rodin.
Sacred hearts, flaming hearts, burning love carved at the base of a column.
A peek inside the Rodin Museum.
The stairwell at the entrance.
Beautiful isn't it?
"Sculpture is the art of the hole and the lump." Rodin
And the eyes and hands to bring it to life.
So there I was with my sell phone taking photos.
At times like this I wish I had hauled my camera, but as I am trying to go a year with just my cell phone to take photos, I found myself observing and trying to figure out how to capture what I see with the less bulk though with less possiblities with only my cell phone.
How I wished I could be inside that museum, or Monet's garden, or anywhere lately that I have been in or nearby Paris without anyone around so that I wouldn't have to pray for patience as I waited and waited to have a shot without anyone around.
And for the brief moment that I was nearly alone in the room that held "The Kiss", time seem to stand still as I felt the eternity of that moment.
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