"what you have painted their my son is not a portrait of God, but the portrait of faith"
-Pope Julius II, the agony and the ecstasy
i think i have found another film that i have fallen in love with. although this time it's different because i felt depressed while watching the film. its saddening to see artists, or anyone for that matter, work so hard and yet receive so little. and i was particularly saddened when Michelangelo destroyed his first work on the sistine because of frustration. i nearly cried, and i bet i would have cried if i was watching it all alone. there were certain elements in that film that had somehow touched my inner being. it was just so depressing and somehow emotional. and i really felt so bad for the man, and yet so happy for him when he found his inspiration. the internal dialogue during the sunset scene was so serene i wanted to cry again. i felt that i was also touched by God when i had behold the beauty of His work.