Having seen many photos or even copies of Michaelangelo's Pietà I was overwhelmed to finally behold the original because no rendering comes close to it. There is an aura, a fragility, a strength radiating from it that no superficial copy can or could ever recapture - a sense of discovering this form which became an icon for the first time.
But this rings true in so many original works of art, one may drip like Pollock and feel the sense of liberation, but then Pollock did it because he owned it and others may only follow.
I've liked this song ever since I listened to it for the first time, and the truth is that it feels true, the loss is real and the transformation to the point - a monument errected in commemoration of a dead friend.
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