Lonely She-Wolf

Lost, and with neither Romulus nor Remus, on the Blvd. Saint Germain:

Oddly, this relief produced in me an acute melancholy. The stance of the she-wolf, tail straight down, ears up and head raised in expectation, longing or searching. It made me think of all the empty nesters, of my parents without me and my brother, of all my friend's parent who now live alone.

Maybe I was in this mood because of the rain, or because I hadn't had lunch, or that the Dries Van Noten shop was closed and we couldn't find Deyrolle. There were a lot of very serious problems at the time.


findingfabulous said...

I totally understand, sometimes just the line in a sculpture or quality of light can evoke unexpected emotion - I can really see how this forlorn wolf would do that. Pathos seems to be a feeling that is strongly linked to the visual. Chin up enjoy Paris and I highly recommend reading D.V. by Diana Vreeland while you are there, or on the plane ride back.

ArchitectDesign™ said...

I've been to Deyrolle 3times now and each time I have the hardest time finding it. When you come upon it it seems like the most obvious place in the world but it's always a process and frustrating!

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