Morgan Larson

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About Me: Coming out of the Louvre for the first time in 1971, dizzy with new love, I stood on Pont Neuf and made a pledge to myself that the art of this newly discovered world in the Old World would be my life companion. Never had history been more vibrant, its voices more resonating, its images more gripping. On this first trip to Europe, I felt myself a pilgrim: To me, even secular places such as museums and ruins were imbued with the sacred. Painting, sculpture, architecture, music, religious and social history--I was swept away with all of it, wanting to read more, to learn languages, to fill my mind with rich, glorious, long-established culture wrought by human desire, daring, and faith. I wanted to keep a Gothic cathedral alive in my heart. My imagination exploded with the gaiety of the Montmartre dancers at Moulin de la Galette, the laborer whose last breath in his flattened chest was taken under the weight of a stone fallen from the Duomo under construction in Florence, the apprentice who cut himself preparing glass for the jeweled windows of Sainte Chapelle, the sweating quarry worker aching behind his crowbar at Carrara to release a marble that would become the Pietà. http://nzrag.com/recyclebin/profile.php?mode=viewprofile&u=187558http://osc2.template-help.com/forum_13623/profile.php?mode=viewprofile&u=17820http://revevolution.net/Form/profile.php?mode=viewprofile&u=454667http://mati-marketing.ru/forum/profile.php?mode=viewprofile&u=327330http://interactive.mugglenet.com/temps/profile.php?mode=viewprofile&u=211161