Gustave Courbet is the one I was thinking of, specifically his “Burial at Ornans.” As I told you before, Dick, you’re a walking Google.
I really like “Christ in the Carpenter Shop.” I wish a modern painter would make a point of depicting Christ in a more realistic manner though. (Something tells me that he did not have the Protestant choir boy look, and I equally doubt He was an Italian supermodel. ) I would love to see a portrait of Christ as a 5 foot 4 Middle Eastern man, with calloused hands, a weathered face, and a loving smile of overcrowded teeth. I also picture Jesus having a mass of dark hair that never quite fell in the right place – but He wouldn’t have been concerned about such little things.
I suppose having a portrait of Christ that is “too real” runs this risk of us focusing on the physical and losing real sight of our Savior. But now you all know how I picture Jesus, anyway. When I was in my Catholic grade school, I would always color Jesus orange. (Since we used crayons, the only options for skin were white, orange, or brown.) I knew Jesus wasn’t paper-white like me, so I settled for making Him orange.
That’s one of the best stories I’ve heard in a long, long time! How on earth did you make it through the meal?! I would have, indeed, been excommunicated on the spot, because I would not have stopped laughing!
I’ll share some nun stories tomorrow after attending their Morning Service. Until then, I’ll tell you, Cindy, that I am visiting them for a black-and-white film photography project, so I’ll hopefully have some photos to share, as well, after I develop my film in the dark room later this week.
I’ll leave you all with this: I messed up my first roll of film while attempting to remove it from my camera. Wondering at how I could have been so stupid, I let out a disgruntled, “Crap!” The nuns were nice enough not to say anything – and I could have said a number of things much, much worse.
AND there was a universalist among them! (Turns out, we universalists aren’t that hard to spot – maybe it just takes one to know one!)
And luckily I didn’t hear anyone fart – else I would have lost it!
Good-night, Dick, Cindy, and anyone else reading this little nerdy art thread.
Kate