Day 5- He's Just A Dude

Last night was a late night.  Some wine at dinner, a few beers at an Irish Pub, then we strolled the streets for about 3 hours "looking for pizza." I qoute it because although we continuously said let's find pizza, I doubt our true intentions to find it.  We spent some time admiring the statues of great men at the near by Piazzale degli Uffize.  Amazing statues of amazing men carved hundreds of years ago.

When I first look, it seems like my first reaction is to idolize them. I see their faces and it's like, oh these were amazing, talented, perfect people.  And then, I like to realize that they weren't, and I try to see into their reality.  The easiest way for me to do that is to picture who they were as teenagers (my age), 19 years old and before anyone knew them.  And It's like, oh this guy, eric... or in their case... here comes leonardo.  

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Macchiavelli01.jpg

This is a picture of the statue of Niccolo Machiavelli from the Uffize.  Look at it. Take time to imagine him at your age, doing something that you've done recently, seriously.  Then look at him again, try to understand his reality, and see him as just the man he was. 

It could have been you. And I get chills when I realize it could be me.  If I was born just a fraction of time ago, because sculpting like this is a lost art and no one will be making statues out of us.  Unless we're like..... reallyyy good.  He's just a dude.

We did end up finding pizza.