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Six tons of fine Carrara marble lay supine on the Cathedral grounds. Agostino had carved two legs, then he had laid his chisel down Rossellino's turn was next to wield the mallet in his hand. The guild learned he was better suited to carve meat than sculpt a man. A quarter century came and went The giant lay in the churchyard there. He waited for Michelangelo to come perfect his stony glare. They raised the giant on his feet and asked opinions on the stone Michelangelo was the one engaged to finish David for his new home. David, a symbol of liberty, Defiant like the Florentine state His stony glare was turned towards Rome, a warning to the Fearsome Pape.
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Jan 15, 2012
Jan 15, 2012 at 8:14 PM UTC
David
Six tons of fine Carrara marble lay supine on the Cathedral grounds. Agostino had carved two legs, then he had laid his chisel down Rossellino's turn was next to wield the mallet in his hand. The guild learned he was better suited to carve meat than sculpt a man. A quarter century came and went The giant lay in the churchyard there. He waited for Michelangelo to come perfect his stony glare. They raised the giant on his feet and asked opinions on the stone Michelangelo was the one engaged to finish David for his new home. David, a symbol of liberty, Defiant like the Florentine state His stony glare was turned towards Rome, a warning to the Fearsome Pape.
The story of how a six ton piece of marble became "David": by Michaelangelo
john-f-mccullagh
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Jan 15, 2012
Jan 15, 2012 at 8:14 PM UTC
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