This Journey

Thoughts, rants, prayers, sermons I'll never give and other stuff gathered as I make my way through this life.

Annunciation

Announcement.

Yesterday was the commemoration of the day Mary found out she was pregnant. Can you imagine having the rest of the world for millennium know about (and remember) the day you realized you were late?

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Above is an icon, the prototype is from the 1300′s (14th century) and below, a version of the same scene by Fra’ Angelico in the 1400′s…during the Renaissance. Lighting/shadow changes, perspective changes and pigment changes. But the topic is still the same.

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The perspective changes are the biggest, in my opinion.

In the icon, the observer is expected to be part of the scene. During the Renaissance, the observer becomes more and more passive. The scene become outside of us and outside of our reality.

Even though I like the colors and the “realism” of the later work better, I wonder what is lost when that distance is interposed; when we become observers instead of participants?

What can be gained by finding one’s self in those stories?

Is there value in finding one’s self in a story, even if you don’t count the story as an article of faith? What if it IS an article of faith for you? Does that increase what one learns from the artist?

Will the experience be different when I see the works in person?

Just wondering.

Author: Not Fainthearted

A paradox wrapped in an enigma playing the accordion. I'm a sinner-saint, child of God working at the cross-roads of church and world. A Deaconess called to connect people living near the center with people on the edge and to help your life sing (literally and figuratively) while doing it. People don't always get the deaconess part. Could be the swearing, the corporate job, or the wine.

2 Comments

  1. I have said it before and I say it again: simply on an artistic stance, the first icon is awful. I have always hated the child-like pre-Renaissance icons. The colors are horrible, the perspective is nonexistent, and the artists were all, in my opinion, a bunch of hacks and do not deserve the immortality they gained through bad art.
    Being of Byzantine Catholic upbringing seeing the first image makes me think of long masses in chanty foreign tongues and the smell of incense.

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  2. Both are beautiful in their own way. I’ve always been a voyeur, so I don’t mind not being included.

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