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image: Andrew Wyeth ( via Magpie Tales)


before we became
slayers of giants 
conquerors 
of brave, new worlds

we were frozen
trapped, 
inside blocks 
of Carrara 

wanting
willing to risk
everything
for a chance

the right to be
higher, 
mightier, divine
free

Rene~July 2013

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  1. Brian MillerJuly 22, 2013 at 10:05 PM

    nice...the difference is that you were willing to rick instead of staying inside that block...and that makes all the difference...

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  2. HelenJuly 22, 2013 at 10:51 PM

    He does have the body of Michelangelo's David ......... very nice, Rene.

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  3. BerowneJuly 23, 2013 at 5:11 AM

    Smart and savvy...

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  4. MarianJuly 23, 2013 at 10:53 AM

    you turned em back on! love this one. really like that Andrew Wyeth painting and you brought out the life and imagination in it.

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  5. Tess KincaidJuly 23, 2013 at 12:19 PM

    Ready to break free from the slab...yeah...glad you enabled your comments...

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  6. TrellissimoJuly 23, 2013 at 1:09 PM

    Glad you chipped him out of the marble overcoat... :)

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  7. Buddah MoskowitzJuly 23, 2013 at 2:00 PM

    You usually have to break out of the marble of expectations to fly with the birdies. Loved this, and not just because I love the name David.

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  8. UnknownJuly 23, 2013 at 9:22 PM

    Ah, but what have we wrought?

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  9. hyperCRYPTICalJuly 24, 2013 at 12:30 PM

    Very smart, very good.
    Anna :o]

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  10. Silent Otto July 25, 2013 at 4:16 AM

    Thank you for freeing Prometheus, young lady .....

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  11. AnonymousJuly 26, 2013 at 3:58 AM

    This is incredible love that you compared him to David

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  12. Carrie Van HornJuly 27, 2013 at 11:50 AM

    Brilliant Rene....love this! :-)

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