Art is the best lover.

For art students to walk into any art museum is like children walking into a candy store. For art students to walk into an Uffizi exhibit, is like a kid walking into Willy Wonka's chocolate factory.

I didn't get to meet Sandro Botticelli straight away. I waited. I knew how I would see him. I knew what I would do.

I waited. I didn't look for him.

Standing in front of a 500 year old painting humbles you as both an artist and a human being.

Not only were these peices made before my mother's mother's mother's mother's ancestor was thought of, but the sheer perfection of the technique. The use of color. The form perspective.

I am humbled.

I walked around slowly. Admiring each brush stroke. Every sky scape. Every rendering of human life and Italian landscape.

As awe struck as I was, staring into the past, loosing myself in the thick air of ancient history, I still waited untill the moment I would cast eyes upon him.

We contuned to walk. Admiring italian countrysides, forums, market places, farm houses, skyscapes, sea scapes.

I saw him from across the room. Like I imagined. He stared back at me. He was the Adoration of the Magi. (not what I expected my first time with him to be like) But it was as magical as I wanted it to be. He caught my eyes.

It was like falling in love. The shear fluid-ness of the curves on each person. The purity of color perfectly placed to create such a loveliness. The rest of this room was pointless now. The other 43 paintings with great names to be revered ment nothing to me in this moment.

I was in the arms of Botticelli. Ensnared senses and totally wrapped up in the passion of Sandro himself. I caught myself breathless, unable to do what comes most naturally to humans.. breath. I stood in front of him like a lovesick teenager in a popstar's dressing room.

This was Botticelli.

This picture.. That I've posted.. does NO kind of justice. What you see here.. is NOT what I saw there. No where near it.

I am glad I was able to share it with fellow art students.. It really was.. amazing.. so breath taking.. no words could ever cover what I felt.. from the moment I stepped into that gallery... to the moment I danced with Botticelli's passion.. to the moment we walked away from it..

I hope one day you all will experience the exhileration I felt. It truely was an unforgettable experience.