This “woman” who came into this world in hands of a Spanish sculptor Julio González still comes back to my mind frequently, almost after a year since I saw it at Institut Valencià d’Art Modern in Valencia, Spain.
From the way we stare into her presence, we could perhaps overlap our imagination to the perspective of the artist for a moment. Who was she? Did he love her?
I believe that falling in love with a piece of art is so accidental, just like falling in love with someone unexpectedly.
What does your heart tell you when you see this woman?