THE CHISEL RINGS AGAIN

For thousands of years the marble has waited for a man to come and free it of the earth’s embrace and model it by the light of the sun, transforming the unyielding block into beloved objects that glow from within as if they had a soul and it were divine; the skill that brings this wonder out of the dark is human and its name is Menini.
On every block of marble they cut, carve, smooth and polish, Menini’s men use the same gestures as the artists who performed them centuries ago. They are aided by machines that reduce the physical fatigue but can never provide the creative heat that binds the marble to the man who crafts it, and always has. The song of the chisel rings as clearly as ever in their workshops and is not drowned out by the roar of monstrous modern machinery because it is perceived by the heart, not the eardrums.