A Queda dos Anjos Rebeldes
(The Fall of the Rebel Angels) – (1562) óleo sobre madeira, 117 × 162

Museus Reais de Belas-Artes da Bélgica, Bruxelas


It is different when you get to look and study a piece of work like this everyday. When on a daily basis you bend your fragile body over it and allow, you literally permit, you let it reflect you back. As in a routine. As in a fucking exercise. It is different when you begin to feel like a fallen angel yourself. The wings, you know. Not sure about the feathers, miss Dickinson, but definitely something that makes you believe you can fly.