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Mine is a plaster figure about 6" high of what I believe is the Virgin Mary in a kind of pointed Gothic mandala. There's something about its crudeness (I think it's unfinished) that feels restful to me. I'm not Catholic and never was, but I like this object because I got it from an old house I rented for a year.
About 10 yrs earlier it had been the home of a local eccentric who lived there for years with no phone or electricity, a man the papers called a St. Francis of Assisi. He was an artist and also taught some kind of arts & crafts Sunday school for kids.
Amazingly, after he died no one cleared the house of most of his stuff. I used to pore through paintings, letters (mostly in Italian), newspaper articles, books, binders full of magazine clippings used for drawing references, and tons of little sculptures and students projects. When I left I took a selection of his things knowing they'd probably be thrown out soon - but not many, feeling sort of like a thief.
Over time and many moves my little collection has had to shrink to just one book and the praying Mary figure. |
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