Thandie

BabY U Have been on point with all your takes. Your insight is as Sophia Hawthorne's eloquence.... a kindred delicacy.

Koala Queen cutting the way through the jungle, I'm following love.
Holding my hand on the 2 Train.

Loving is not just looking at each other, it's looking in the same direction.
Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Calling before I workout, Love.
Did U send the pic?

I love You Koala Queen.

Baby, Your beloved -me- is so deep, I mean seriously re read the venus de milo analogy... MeSoDeep...LOL.
I love you.
This is Sophia's illuminating revelation:

No cast or copy conveys any idea of it to the eye of one who has not seen it. Life, emotion, instant thought, vary it every moment, - a movement in perpetual rest. The soul of the artist must have been of kindred delicacy, or he could not have so clothed it with maidenly modesty. This modesty becomes a complete veil, and it is an evidence that the inward sentiment is all that is essential, and no outwards condition whatever, to show the character; - character - that mysterious entity that no covering can hide and no nudity expose, for it is a presence that nothing can modify. Now I have seen the most beautiful Apollo, the most beautiful Minerva, and the most beautiful Venus in the word. I have heard that the Venus de Milo is thought more noble. But in the Venus we want Beauty - not Nobleness - to predominate. Pure nobleness is for Minerva. The Goddess of Beauty certainly should win and enchant, not strike with awe, except that there must always be a degree of awfulness in such purity as this expresses. But I have seen the Venus of Milo in the Louvre, and she looks proud and not quite amiable.

There is grandeur in her mien and a noble beauty in her form; but she has not an attractive, irresistable fascination. I looked at it for hours, and having heard that the motive of the design had not yet been discovered, I set about trying to find it out. I tried so vehemently, that for a long time I was wholly at a loss; but suddently glancing at it without purpose, I though I plainly saw what the action was. As both arms are gone, it was at first difficult to perceive, but I am sure she is taking the apple from Paris.

There is disdain in her air and curled lips, that any questions would have arisen concerning the pre-eminence of her claim; and an assurance, also, that Paris would not hesitate. Easy, haughty triumph is in the attitude and look - almost a scornful smile, which must have been highly exasperating to the irascible Juno. The moment I saw it all, I wondered that there could ever have been a doubt about the intention of the artist, and now I wish I could know, undeniably, whether I am right or wrong. She seems to be drawing back a little, while she extends her hand for the prize, as if she inwardly despised to accept the proof of so self-evident a thing as her superior beauty. The Venus de Medici has more winning sweetness and unconscious charm, I think.

Baby, The Gown Avi is so Prophetic.

I Love You so Much.

She illuminates all With her Yellow Spirit.
She wears Purple Gowns, that esteem her merit.

The Grace of White awaits Her.
Color Associations

My LifeSource.

These Two are so NyCTerioUS.