What makes someone or something beautiful? One day while doing research in the library I came across an image that would forever change my aspect on art. It happened to be a sculpture of half a face, which belonged to a woman. Later on that day I did some research of my own and found out the name of that piece was entitled Fragment of the face of a queen. The sculpture spoke on so many things at once, that it was more than amazing. What made that creations hold so much beauty is that it contained so much detailing within it, the material was different, the sculpture had a mysterious look, and everyone could relate to the woman.
Everyone have a different aspect on what true beauty is, and what makes something hold beauty. …show more content…
1347-1345 B.C.) is a touchstone. She is, for me, a matter of habit, ritual, and requirement. She is prologue or epilogue, appetizer or dessert. A visit without her influence would be incomplete. She is a mystery. She calls time to account by her permanence and delicacy, her indeterminable identity, her variation across hours and days and millennia. She is a premier example of an artwork’s mysterious origins and multi-faceted purpose. She hovers dangerously between artwork and artifact. Her significance recently received new layers as Egypt revolts and she slips, subsumed into the cacophony of Geoffrey Farmer’s solo exhibition at Casey Kaplan Gallery.
As stated in my thesis the sculpture had a very mysterious look to it. The term mysterious means difficult or impossible to understand, explain, or identify. Looking at the sculpture made my mind wonder. I asked myself so many questions at once. Who was the sculpture about? What was the sculpture of? What is the purpose? In fact my first glance was that the sculpture was of a woman but, once looking at it over and over again. It could possibly be a man being that the sculpture was not a full head. Since it was titled a fragment of a queen’s face I knew for that reason it was a female …show more content…
Certainly her gorgeous skin, heightened in comparison to her pulverized parts. Her anatomy is crafted with exquisite consideration, but also exciting, unforeseen chance. Her lips beg a kiss. They are sly and inviting, they convey power and charm in equal measure. One expects her, begs her, needs her to speak and yet she stands mute. She is anonymous and placing the work too squarely in any one person gives up her ephemeral, mysterious beauty. As now she can stand for the women of the court, women in Egyptian history, or humanity in to. She reveals the possibilities of human representation, the craftsman’s skill, and the stone’s form. Her ruin, record of time’s social passage, is also a site for imaginative retelling. Her incomplete face may speak of the past or the contemporary, of political upheaval, crafted beauty, or