You note something here that seems clear but usually goes entirely unnoticed. Particularly the statue of Venus apparently not feeling so great about being objectified even if only as statue and therefore not feeling anything at all. That even Venus, as a woman, possible sensed being granted less importance than the male gods just because she was a woman. Statues breath life through the exact rendition of a state of mind, the mind of a beingness photographed in stone. I wonder if Virginia Woolf ever looked at that statue and maybe felt a kindred spirit. Their brilliance was of their own that should never be minimized into physicality. Maybe they were both having the same thoughts at different moments in time.
You note something here that seems clear but usually goes entirely unnoticed. Particularly the statue of Venus apparently not feeling so great about being objectified even if only as statue and therefore not feeling anything at all. That even Venus, as a woman, possible sensed being granted less importance than the male gods just because she was a woman. Statues breath life through the exact rendition of a state of mind, the mind of a beingness photographed in stone. I wonder if Virginia Woolf ever looked at that statue and maybe felt a kindred spirit. Their brilliance was of their own that should never be minimized into physicality. Maybe they were both having the same thoughts at different moments in time.
What a thoughtful comment, thank you, Larry. Oh, I hope they had the same thoughts. That would be wonderful.