In front of Danaë I feel reduced in scale — not diminished exactly, but confronted with a portrait too large, in body and meaning, for me to fully understand. Not insignificant, but met with a portrait too large for me to understand. In the myth, Danaë is locked away by her father in a bronze chamber to prevent a prophecy: that her son will one day overthrow him. But prophecy has little respect for walls. Zeus enters…

On Being One Inch Tall