mater
In this change of life, I question my role as mother ~ one of my favourites being this depiction of Mary, full of doubt, at her Anunciation: And then, a series of sketches by Matisse, in preparation for inclusion in the Dominican Chapel, Venice: Oh look! Christ's suffering. Oh look! the nailing of his body to the Cross Oh Look! the glorious sketches of the face of the Mother. I did not document the series of drawings which make me think of Mary as a whore Here she is, as an angel: Here, surrounded by stars: And here, the exquisite embrace of mother and child: the Museum has a maquette of early ideas for the windows: The chapel itself [which could not be photographed], thin, thinned, as is the thinness of air on the top of a mountain I sit in awe of something perhaps already transubstantiate An atmosphere not comprised of oxygen [which we desperately need] but perhaps already the breath of saints.. Except for Jesus' body, all of 30cm tall, here being sculpted
