Blog #15.
Scene: It is 1510. We find ourselves in Rome, a place filled with the gentle murmurs of creative talent and the occasional scratch of Michelangelo's tools. The half-finished Sistine Chapel ceiling rises above us, a magnificent, heavenly expanse of beautiful murals. The air has a subtle fragrance of paint and wet plaster. Michaelangelo Buonarroti, dressed in a modest tunic, comes before us. His eyes, passionate and restless, reveal the complicated emotions that whirl inside him.