I cried all the way through the Carl Bloch exhibit. I walked into the exhibit, took one look at this painting and then just had to stand there and pretend I wasn't weeping. The painting is gigantic. Floor to ceiling. It's overwhelming. And gorgeous.
It was so gigantically clear that Carl Bloch did what he was born to do. Or at least one of the things.
Sometimes I wonder if its possible to exceed God's expectations.