When a man sees his end… he wants to know there was some purpose to his life. How will the world speak my name in years to come? Will I be known as the philosopher? The warrior? The tyrant…? Or will I be the emperor who gave Rome back her true self? There was once a dream that was Rome. You could only whisper it. Anything more than a whisper and it would vanish… it was so fragile. And I fear that it will not survive the winter.
This moody sculpt of the Emperor Marcus Aurelius depicts an old and world weary man who has seen enough of conquest and death Surround him with his Praetorian Guards and ensure his safe retirement.
We think his horse is a real work of art in itself.