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Today is Auguste Rodin's 172nd Birthday + Frankie's Monster teaser #2
Here is the Teaser part. To check out the full post, go to my original blog here:
I haven't felt or heard my heart beat in several years. I don't need to
in order to know I'm alive, but to know if I'm in love? The music box
needs to tick. It's the only way I have of knowing. Of feeling.
Anything.
I
haven't felt either, in so long. But when I look at the
François-Auguste-René Rodin sculptures, particularly The Kiss
and Eternal Idol—t³ó±ð
Lovers—I feel the dials and gears in my heart want to start
counting for me again. I think the music is about to start playing
again. It makes me want to perfect this statue I'm working on. I want
to be like Auguste Rodin. Always in love.
I
am thinking about The Kiss,
the detail, the emotions—it's impeccable. Astonishing even. The
male's toes grip the rock, his back is rigid, he's full of passion
for the female. They're in the flesh and only
in the flesh. His hands are exactly where they ought to be. Her leg
is swung over his, her toes caressing his. A kiss? Only
a kiss?
I
want to be that male.
I want to experience that.
It's
visually stimulating, but I can't help but wonder if I would even be
able to feel what it is that male lover feels with his immortalized
female. He will be there, entwined with her like that for eternity.
Feeling that way forever. His hands will be all over her, his toes
pressed into the rock. He will forever feel the passion. It won't be
a fleeting emotion or experience. It'll be everlasting. But the
tragedy? Their lips won't ever meet. The Lovers' Lips won't ever
touch. They will never kiss. They are frozen together that way,
unable to move forward.
They
both met their demise, their passion interrupted before it had time
to explode into further possibility.
The
Kiss was originally entitled
Francesca da Rimini. Francesca
committed adultery, becoming Lovers with Paolo, her husband's
brother, after reading the story of Lancelot and
Guinevere—forbidden love
between the Queen and the Knight.
Just
give into the impulse, the love, the passion, with a disregard for
the consequences.
Eternal
Idol interests me because their
hands never touch. His hands are behind his back, hers holding her
foot, and he's kissing her breasts and belly.
Hands
that never touch. Lips that never meet. The Almost
Lovers, Never to be.
**
And the best part is? That wasn't the Teaser!
That was just proof that our Johnny Heart is, in fact, a Rodin fan!
To celebrate Rodin's birthday, and the forthcoming Frankie's MonsterÂ
 here's the realÌý³Ù±ð²¹²õ±ð°ù.
Frankie's Monster Teaser #2
“W³ó²¹³Ù
are your tools?�
“M²â
³ó²¹²Ô»å²õ.â€�
“N´Ç,
I mean your tools for sketching...�
â€Ô¨´Ç³Ü'°ù±ð
intrigued by everything, aren't you?�
“N´Ç.
Not everything. Just those things that are intriguing to me.�
“W±ð±ô±ô,
these are graphite pencils that I use for sketching. They range from
9H to 9B. Right now I'm using a 9H. It's hard. Very
hard.� He gazed at me. �9H is durable and lasts a long time while
getting the job done.� I couldn't help but feel as though we were
almost talking about something else, other than art pencils. â€Àát
allows for the smoothest strokes.� He touched my hand, rubbing it.
â€Àá
have other tools and techniques as well.�
**
So, what did you think?! Our Johnny Heart is an artist. Â IÂ HE[ART]Â it! Do you?Â
and just in case you missed the first Frankie's Monster teaser, you can find it here:
I haven't felt or heard my heart beat in several years. I don't need to
in order to know I'm alive, but to know if I'm in love? The music box
needs to tick. It's the only way I have of knowing. Of feeling.
Anything.
I
haven't felt either, in so long. But when I look at the
François-Auguste-René Rodin sculptures, particularly The Kiss
and Eternal Idol—t³ó±ð
Lovers—I feel the dials and gears in my heart want to start
counting for me again. I think the music is about to start playing
again. It makes me want to perfect this statue I'm working on. I want
to be like Auguste Rodin. Always in love.
I
am thinking about The Kiss,
the detail, the emotions—it's impeccable. Astonishing even. The
male's toes grip the rock, his back is rigid, he's full of passion
for the female. They're in the flesh and only
in the flesh. His hands are exactly where they ought to be. Her leg
is swung over his, her toes caressing his. A kiss? Only
a kiss?
I
want to be that male.
I want to experience that.
It's
visually stimulating, but I can't help but wonder if I would even be
able to feel what it is that male lover feels with his immortalized
female. He will be there, entwined with her like that for eternity.
Feeling that way forever. His hands will be all over her, his toes
pressed into the rock. He will forever feel the passion. It won't be
a fleeting emotion or experience. It'll be everlasting. But the
tragedy? Their lips won't ever meet. The Lovers' Lips won't ever
touch. They will never kiss. They are frozen together that way,
unable to move forward.
They
both met their demise, their passion interrupted before it had time
to explode into further possibility.
The
Kiss was originally entitled
Francesca da Rimini. Francesca
committed adultery, becoming Lovers with Paolo, her husband's
brother, after reading the story of Lancelot and
Guinevere—forbidden love
between the Queen and the Knight.
Just
give into the impulse, the love, the passion, with a disregard for
the consequences.
Eternal
Idol interests me because their
hands never touch. His hands are behind his back, hers holding her
foot, and he's kissing her breasts and belly.
Hands
that never touch. Lips that never meet. The Almost
Lovers, Never to be.
**
And the best part is? That wasn't the Teaser!
That was just proof that our Johnny Heart is, in fact, a Rodin fan!
To celebrate Rodin's birthday, and the forthcoming Frankie's MonsterÂ
 here's the realÌý³Ù±ð²¹²õ±ð°ù.
Frankie's Monster Teaser #2
“W³ó²¹³Ù
are your tools?�
“M²â
³ó²¹²Ô»å²õ.â€�
“N´Ç,
I mean your tools for sketching...�
â€Ô¨´Ç³Ü'°ù±ð
intrigued by everything, aren't you?�
“N´Ç.
Not everything. Just those things that are intriguing to me.�
“W±ð±ô±ô,
these are graphite pencils that I use for sketching. They range from
9H to 9B. Right now I'm using a 9H. It's hard. Very
hard.� He gazed at me. �9H is durable and lasts a long time while
getting the job done.� I couldn't help but feel as though we were
almost talking about something else, other than art pencils. â€Àát
allows for the smoothest strokes.� He touched my hand, rubbing it.
â€Àá
have other tools and techniques as well.�
**
So, what did you think?! Our Johnny Heart is an artist. Â IÂ HE[ART]Â it! Do you?Â
and just in case you missed the first Frankie's Monster teaser, you can find it here:
