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Simonetta(Lorena) / Botticelli’s muse

It was pointless. After two days there was no resemblance of a reflection of Simonetta anywhere in Assisi. Simonetta Vespucci is thought to be the idea of the classic renascence beauty. Aphrodite reborn in her eyes, the neoplatonic representation of love, a living Venus. She was born beside the beating seas in Genoa where she later fell in love with a noble man. They traveled to Florence together where she would become the most celebrated women of the city; “the Queen of Beauty.” It is rumoured by scholars that Botticelli had become enamoured with her. There is a large resemblance of her throughout his works even decades after her death. At the event of the sensitive artist’s passing he was buried at her feet as he wished.

I had bought a couple of scarves to wrap the model, for in many of Botticelli’s works I had observed a use of scarves wrapping the subjects. He was son of a goldsmith, and this influence was evident in his delicate shining style. I had been carrying around some gold leaf that seemed appropriate if needed. As the evening crept up I became saddened by my lost prospects. I left for some dinner leaving all my materials behind.

The outlook at the Basilica di San Francesco was astonishing. Hundreds of people from the festival were lined up in awe at the outlook. In the distance by a nativity there was a woman in a long burgundy gown and massive scarf. She was giving out small books. After a group left her I asked her what she was doing .The books had a messy ink drawing of a tree on the front. Flipping through it there was a multitude of verses and other sketches. She was a poet sharing her writing with different people at the festival. I proposed to her a photograph on the wall that extended to the basilica. Reluctant at first, she happily agreed. I positioned her in front of pale crepuscular rays that leaked onto valley floor. She stood there while Zephyrus sent gusts into her short golden curls. She asked, “How would you like me?” and I answered, “Serene with some sadness.” There’s a pose called contrapposto where the weight of the body is leaned on one foot. The neoplatonic pose for venus was typical of this. Botticelli expressed so much weight there was an impossibility in their stature. I asked her to lean just so, and once she did the contemplative expression entered her blue eyes


se guardi dentro,
vedi l'amore,
 se puoi vedere l'amore,
 sai che tu stesso sei amore,
 hai trovato la chiava che avevi dimenticato, 
la chiave che illumina ogni passo,
 la chiave che apre tutte le porte,

if you look inside,
see the love ,
 if you can see the love ,
 you know that you yourself are love ,
 you are getting the fuck you had forgotten ,
the key that illuminates every step ,
 the key that opens all doors ,