True Love from Xnihilo Gallery's Stations of the Cross Exhibit
A few weeks ago, I posted about attending the opening of this year's Stations of the Cross exhibit at Xnihilo Gallery. One of the stronger pieces was Station 11 by Jessica Adams. Her father has sent me photos to post of this piece, which I'm glad to do. These photos show not only the final piece, but also the process. (I had not known, previously, that this piece had been made by a high school student. I saw that it had been created at a high school, it just didn't occur to me that it was a student who created it.)
posted by Neil Ellis Orts at 8:49 AM
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I should say, the show is still up at Xnihilo, but you can see all that if you go back to the previous post.
I should maybe also note that while the show identifies it as "Station 11," it's entitled by the artist as "True Love."
Sometimes, I post in a hurry. Sorry.
hey love your work it looks like a great deal of passion is expressed through the intensity of what you make ... and the mood you make... what do you think is the main aspect that determines people's ability to broaden their horizons through the Visual and Performing Arts fields that you associate yourself with???..it is quite moving imagery and I am happy to hear from you....
There are numerous ways for people to 'broaden their horizons' but I believe that the performing and visual arts are just one way to defeat the barriers that can separate and isolate us to obtain an understanding of a greater truth. I will answer your question with an observation that Leonardo da Vinci made in his Codex Urbinas about the devout catholic public among which he lived and grew weary of in favor of his cause for freedom from the entanglements of ecclesiastic corruption and nescience:
Do we not see that paintings that represent divine deities are continuously kept covered with the most expensive coverings, and that, when they are uncovered, first great ecclesiastical solemnities are held, with various songs accompanied by different instruments? At the moment of unveiling, the great multitude of people who have assembled there immediately throw themselves to the ground worshiping the painting and praying to the one who is figured in it, in order to acquire the health that they have lost and for their eternal salvation, as if in their minds such a god were alive and present.
The Holy Spirit no longer resides in the arch of the covenant….behind the white shroud there are just plastic sandwich bags full of paint. Our imaginations are our instruments of humanity and faith while our intellect and reason can wield our minds and bodies to poke holes in everything and anything we hear, touch and perceive. We do the best we can to make the best judgments. But none the less, Doubt killed Christ and Christ rose to save us. If we believe this, then we owe Him our imagination.
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