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IMG_6370 by Fabrizio Bidussi

IMG_6370 by Fabrizio Bidussi

IMG_3763_by Fabrizio Bidussi

IMG_3763_by Fabrizio Bidussi

Anyone know who this is by and what it is called?

Anyone know who this is by and what it is called?

Callipygian Venus Barois | Musée du Louvre

Callipygian Venus Barois | Musée du Louvre

rambearer:  ponderful:  Bernini, Apollo and Daphne, detail, 1622–25.  Stunning.

rambearer: ponderful: Bernini, Apollo and Daphne, detail, 1622–25. Stunning.

Barcelona Cemetery what a beautiful photo, she almost looks like she could sit up and look at you.

Barcelona Cemetery what a beautiful photo, she almost looks like she could sit up and look at you.

Rape of Persephone - While I hate this story and have conflicting emotions about this piece, I love how detailed this sculpture is. Where else can you seen marble look like flesh being grasped?

Rape of Persephone - While I hate this story and have conflicting emotions about this piece, I love how detailed this sculpture is. Where else can you seen marble look like flesh being grasped?

'Modesty' carved in marble by Antonio Corradini, 1751 - http://limk.com/news/modesty-carved-in-marble-by-antonio-corradini-1751-141355304/

'Modesty' carved in marble by Antonio Corradini, 1751 - http://limk.com/news/modesty-carved-in-marble-by-antonio-corradini-1751-141355304/

Veiled Christ, marble, Giuseppe Sanmartino 1783 to do a vial, one you can see through, and to carve that vial out of stone is just remarkable.

Veiled Christ, marble, Giuseppe Sanmartino 1783 to do a vial, one you can see through, and to carve that vial out of stone is just remarkable.

Undine (detail) by Chauncey Ives. Reminds me of Robert Herrick's poem, Upon Julia's Clothes (one of my favorites): Whenas in silks my Julia goes, then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows that liquefaction of her clothes. Next, when I cast mine eyes and see that brave vibration each way free, oh, how that glittering taketh me!

Undine (detail) by Chauncey Ives. Reminds me of Robert Herrick's poem, Upon Julia's Clothes (one of my favorites): Whenas in silks my Julia goes, then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows that liquefaction of her clothes. Next, when I cast mine eyes and see that brave vibration each way free, oh, how that glittering taketh me!