Horace Daillion’s “The Muse of Rock” was shared recently by The American Lyceum on Twitter. It is arresting, as if she might wake up and rise from that rock. As if maybe the rock itself carved her from itself in honor of every woman. As if there’s something more solid and permanent about us than our frailty and transience suggests:

The Muse of Rock reminded me of what I think is this even greater example of the human form emerging from nature, the Renwick Gallery’s beautiful human arm.