Let me tell you a story. A mixed meat pizza story.
Lookin’ good, non?
Well, not for long. This is not a recipe post, and this is not for the squeamish. I’m a good person, I’m placing it under cut.
Enjoy. ~*~dramatic music~*~
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This country is approximately 98% Christian. The majority of those 98% are of Eastern Orthodox denomination. Meaning, ikons are as much part of worship, as they are of daily life and, indeed, art.
I have a complicated – or maybe just complex – relationship with religion, but I figure whatever faith you are, you can still appreciate ikons as pure art form.
“I don’t know if I should cross myself, or not,” I said at the beginning of the display, mostly to myself.
“Some do. Others don’t,” the museum attendant said, mostly to just say something.
I smiled.
The Good Shepherd.
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The initial goal of my visit was to see the Christmas trees, as you may have figured. But hey, one ticket, full access.
Emil Childescu exhibition was the first one I saw. It’s in a small hall directly to the right from the entrance. I loved his sketch and pastel work more than oils, but oddly enough only took photographs of the oil on canvas and sculpture.
His area is portraiture.
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