I do not exaggerate. It physically threw my body across the gallery in a profound sacred moment. This is what art should do: confound, physically move, transcend.
It was the first, but not the last, sacred moment that took place on Fri Sept 3rd...
...and it continued. Five minutes, or perhaps an eternity, later I began to approach this sacred work of art with arms out. My good friend Katarina was sitting behind me watching me and as I got closer, in her view I lined up with the Christ figure almost perfectly.
She told me to raise a hand a little higher, and with a mind barely able to comprehend what was happening, I obeyed. "Raise the other hand a little higher, yes, that's it. Perfect."
And Katarina had put me into the painting. I became this painted Christ. I hung there for a few moments.... until the spell gently broke and I finally sat down with eyes opened. This is what art should do...
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