When I was about thirteen, I was studying the Italian Renaissance in History. We’d been given a handout and I was leafing through it, turning the pages.
And that’s when I first saw Donatello’s David.
I honestly couldn’t say what it was about that sculpture that caught my attention, or why it had such an effect on me. I still can’t. But I was completely and utterly smitten. It captivated me. Donatello was a master craftsman; if the David isn’t proof of that, I don’t know what is.