Antonio Canova (Italian pronunciation: [anˈtɔːnjo kaˈnɔːva]; 1 November 1757 – 13 October 1822) was an Italian neoclassical sculptor, famous for his marble sculptures. Often regarded as the greatest of the neoclassical artists, his artwork was inspired by the Baroque and the classical revival, but avoided the melodramatics of the former, and the cold artificiality of the latter.
In 1757, Antonio Canova was born in Possagno, Veneto to Pietro Canova, a stonecutter. In 1761, his father died. A year later, his mother remarried. As such, in 1762, he was put into the care of his paternal grandfather Pasino Canova, who was a stonemason, owner of a quarry, and was a "sculptor who specialized in altars with statues and low reliefs in late Baroque style". He led Antonio into the art of sculpting.
Before the age of ten, Canova began making models in clay, and carving marble. Indeed, at the age of nine, he executed two small shrines of Carrara marble, which are still extant. After these works, he appears to have been constantly employed under his grandfather.
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6256 Canova is a main belt asteroid with a perihelion of 2.0156178 AU. It has an eccentricity of 0.1724936 and an orbital period of 1388.5249368 days (3.80 years).
Calinger has an average orbital speed of 19.08215091 km/s and an inclination of 4.18322°.
This asteroid was discovered on September 24, 1960 by Cornelis Johannes van Houten, Ingrid van Houten-Groeneveld and Tom Gehrels.
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I can give it to you
But who you gonna shot with it
I can give it to you
But who you gonna shot
I can give it to you
But who you gonna shot with it
But what, what, what?
I'm too gagnsta for your motherfucking hood
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