There is something so wonderful and magical about art on inside ceilings or domes. Something about it just speaks to me. Could it be all the gilted gold?…
Photo: Doge’s Palace, Venice
It could be the design and the vibrant colors…
Photo: Doge’s Palace, Venice
or it could be the art is bathed in natural light…
Photo: Duomo, Florence
I stare in amazement, it looks so far away, so intangible. No matter how far I reach, I’ll never to be able to touch what’s at the top. I like to see what is peaking out of the hole at me…
Photo: The Pantheon, Rome
There is a certain mystery about it. I like to imagine how this work was completed. How tall was that ladder? Perhaps I like it because it looks so dreamy, so heavenly. As you look up at the work, you are looking up to the heavens where magical things happen. I love the peach and robin egg-blue colors and cherubs with their plump round tummies and bottoms…
Photo: Napoleon’s Tomb, Invalides, Paris
or perhaps it is just the blood rushing from your head while your neck is craned at a 90 degree angle, admiring it that really makes me dizzy…
Photo: Galerie d’Apollon, Louvre, Paris