Iconography
Images reside inside of us only to resurface occasionally.
A sampling of faces that belong to our own experience, for the most part
“western” children, young people, and adults.
We have seen more breast-feeding madonnas than actual mothers, and many
a blonde-bearded Jesus.
The most beautiful representations of religious iconography rest in
silence.
Every time a photographer, often in a war zone, reproduces the usual
suffering --the scorn of injustice, of mothers and fathers that weep for a
martyred son--- the repetition of events make mourning similar, over
centuries, to statues of stone.
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