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Maria Callas
by
Szabo

"Watching Maria on television, she moves cautiously, hands hung, slowly bringing her hands to her chest.
She closes her eyes, seeing the days' visions, the morning's practice, Aristotle's face. Losing the day, losing
the past, forgetting the future, dreaming of a different life; instantly concentrating, losing all reality. The voice,
strong, controlled, moves out in front - her body is gone. The voice becomes the only truth. There is no Maria
Callas with an inefficient body, with unfulfilled wants. She becomes a new entity. Each times the source of rebirth,
no other interferences, freedom. Maria wants the stage to go on, never to leave, never to enter daily life. Her eyes
are lined with black coal, her face a series of lines, no middle tones, a death mask. Maria dies alone in her beautiful
empty Paris apartment. She walked to the window early in the day, watching the absently minded couple pulling
the child along, remembering the long hours of exhaustion, when did the singing begin? Lying in her bed, she
scans the beautiful room, the flowers, the stillness, but I am alone. I am so rich, so talented, so wonderful but I am
alone. There is no warmth beside me. I must go into each day remembering only the day's constant for my special
memories. Each night, each night, no change."

Marilyn Szabo's prints of
Maria Callas are large
format editions beginning at
16 x 20's and up. They are
fine art prints, signed and
numbered.

Please contact
Victoria Boyce Galleries
for more information.