The Hellenistic sculptures housed in the MET stand like a garden without greenery. They are beautiful and ancient with some limbs missing, parts broken and in a variety of stone. The figures stand motionless and in pose with an arm placed just so, and a leg bent just so. This is, I imagine, to keep the weight centered. The arms are always close to the side and if out stretched not by much or over head. The stone statues vary in shape from meaty and muscular to smooth and toned. One of the statues of an old woman is an exception to the rule.
Most of the statues embody a kind of idealistic beauty except for ‘Marble Statue of an old woman’. She is haggard and worn with her beasts almost exposed from clothes that are falling off of her. She carries something, a bucket, a bag filled with the weight of apples and chicken. Although she is haggard and worn looking the description of the marble statue relegates her to some position of prestige. The wreath on her head, the sandals she is wearing, the lightness of her clothing. She may be a patron to the god Dionysis.
‘Bronze Statue of an aristocratic boy’ in its dark color and lithe figure echo Donatello’s David. The softness and the grace but covered with his fingers almost educating, instructing the viewer.
The craftsmanship and diversity of the statues are a testament to the wealth, idealism, skill and refinery of the Hellenistic age.