My fascination with these religious
art forms is not the dogma they carry
but their personal heart-felt
connection with "the
other", that force beyond I call
Spirit. All three are intimate
objects inviting a direct petition to
that which is unseen.

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The Mexican tradition of Retablos
Painting refers to small oil painting
of religious subject matter executed
on tin. From approximately
1830 - 1880, this native art form
flourished as artists traveled the
countryside to offer their
services. These artists were
usually
untrained and expressed the
needs of their clients in
non-realistic
terms. They were more concerned
with portraying what they knew
and felt within than with the
physical world around them.
Retablos paintings
were typically commissioned by an
individual
or family for a specific need or
want. Since they were intended
for
personal devotional use within the
home, they reflect an intimate,
sincere, and intense system of
beliefs that radiate with
spirituality.
Retablos paintings
are usually no larger than 14 to 16
inches.
http://kalarte.com/mexicopix/sanjuan/sanjuan.html
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Although
most often associated with the Russian
culture, icon painting
was first practiced by the Greeks who
brought the art to Russia during
the Byzantine empire. Created
within the religious order, the priests
communed with the
'"spirits" in order to attained
another level of
consciousness while the icons were
being produced.
The word icon derives its meaning from
the Greek word eikon,
meaning
likeness. As tradition
dictated, icons were images or portraits
of holy
persons within the Christian faith,
yet they served a unique and
complex religious function.
The icons acted as a link between the
earthly viewer and the spiritual
realm. Invoking a kind of mystical
reality all its own, the icon served as
bridge into the "heavenly"
presence of the sacred person.
These icons rarely exceed human
proportions and many are small
enough to be portable objects of
devotion.
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This photograph, taken in
1986 while traveling in St. Barts,
documents the first time I saw a road
side altar. There it sat nestled
within the curve's elbow, perch high
above the ocean. I asked my
husband to turn our dune-buggy around to
get a closer look. It's
crude golden plaster exterior had caught
my eye but as I walked
closer I was mesmerized by the
photographs, flowers and sea
shells thoughtfully arranged
inside. I was flooded with feelings
of holy reverence, comfort, inspiration,
and a sense of longing I
would not understand until years later.
From this time onward, I have happened
upon these sacred sites
and searched for them in my
travels.
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