...a poem without words.

This marble sculpture is only a fragment of its glorious former self and yet it now has more power to move than it probably ever did. Unexpected events over time have removed arms, legs and a head. Is this its essence? Can anything else be removed? Created long ago as part of a bigger story she now exists as poetry to me. Accidental poetry. I wish I could see this sculpture as it was originally intended so I could compare. Even the chipped base seems by design. It's title the Venus Medici and is at the Prado in Madrid.