Tenderness of a stone | Donatello at Gemäldegalerie Berlin

This one stopped me.

They way they look at each other and share a moment. A mother and her child. The affection of marble from the 15. century yet so contemporary. How astonished must have been visitors of Palazzo Pazzi della Congiura in Florence. Did they cry in Italian the words of admiration? How could they talk about trade, money, family and weather? They looked and they stared. Suddenly, impatience won and their curious touch answered. The tender marble was cold.