Ernest Rancoulet in 1880. Once again, Rancoulet shows his enormous talent in depicting the female form. The figure is a woman in flowing robes (one of Rancoulet’s specialties) who leans upon a crescent moon, her feet comfortably resting on an undulating cloud. She is the voice of the heavens as she extends her hand outward toward the earth. Her face—just about to speak—is peaceful with wide eyes and a hopeful countenance. We’ll never know what glorious message she’s bringing, but in bringing it, she reminds us that something lovely always exists, often within reach.
parian. I’ve long debated whether to strip her of her coating of white paint. My conclusion is that doing so might damage the piece. I think she’s lovely as she is.