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He had read Benvenuto Cellini´s autobiography and knew all about the famous statue. Cellini had cast it himself and at the last moment everything had gone wrong. The house caught fire and there wasn´t enough liquid bronze to fill the mold. Cellini collapsed from exhaustion—it looked like all was lost, months of work, his reputation. Then in a dream or a hallucination he was instructed what wonderful—not only because of the exciting story, but because it was actually impressive as sculpture.. BY IPPOLITO CAFFI, OIL ON CANVAS, 40 BY 48.9 CM. (WIKIPEDIA PUBLIC DOMAIN PHOTO. The tourist sat down at a table in the piazza to admire the statue and ordered a drink. And he had to admit that, while it was a very pleasant surprise that the statue was beautiful, it could have been ugly and wouldn´t have shapes without remembering the swaggering artist himself, his own praise of his work, or the stormy circu*stances of its creation? Of course the psychologist wants to see in the statue all that he knows about the man, which, in the case of Cellini, is considerable. And he But what does that have to do with ART? Shouldn´t a statue be beautiful only as a shape—without a story or an explanation? The fact is, most great statues have a story about them. There may be a lively anecdote about the sculptor and about the creation of the a myth or the Bible. You can think about old Benvenuto or you can switch to the Perseus story itself and look at his statue THAT way: see how Perseus drops his eyes so as not to see the Medusa, whose look turns you to stone. It isn´t that a story adds something to the statue. That´s backwards. It´s that the statue CAME FROM the story. The artist was ordered to do a David or a Neptune, knew the story, and represented the David or the Neptune in stone as he imagined him. The statue was a success if you could see the hero of the story IN it. A statue that “was of “ nobody, that didn´t claim to be any of the heroes of Take the “nu*e”. There wasn´t such a thing in the old days—just any na*ed woman. She was always “Susanna being spied on by the old