Winged Victory of Samothrace

The Winged Victory of Samothrace

My memory isn't the best (those who've been around me lately can attest, as I have been a forgetful bundle of mess as of late) but there are certain exact moments at a time that I will never, ever be able to erase from my memory. When it comes to these particular recollections I can remember every single detail from that exact moment, what I was wearing, where I was standing, the smell in the air, the thoughts that were rushing through my head. One such moment was when I turned the corner in the Louvre and found myself staring straight at this statue. I remember walking up the stairs toward it and being more and more amazed as I drew closer. She was beautiful, she was strong...she was elegantly victorious..even in her broken state.Even when lacking arms, this statue was breathtaking...most definitely my favorite in the entire museum. Something about her grandeur that can be so eloquently conveyed despite the batter of the storms and the damage that she's taken. The power this evokes...I still can't describe it. I need to go back, just to stand there again.