One Picture/One Paragraph : Saint Lucy

I’m looking at one of those old gods, dark and faceless.

The darkest confessionals produce the most animated images.

These sites reveal the earth marked by human presence.

It is the height of indiscretion to speak when silence is called for.

I wasn’t sure if they were husband and wife. I wasn’t sure if they were neighbors.

I am interested in displacements

One day the town vanished and 149 doorways to the underworld appeared in it’s place.

My wife and I share something: an elemental understanding of the abyss.

I saw this painting while walking along the Mediterranean.