So, one of my friends was posting on his journal about martyrdom (in an amusing kind of way) the other day and it reminded me of the photos I posted here recently. No, I do not think of myself as a saint or a martyr. I was born and baptized a Catholic but don't really feel like I belong to it. In fact, I don't really have a strong belief in any religion, but I suppose aspects of Paganism might be the closest thing I can get my head around. Still, growing up in an Italian-Catholic house surrounded by many symbols, especially statues and photos has had an effect on me.
I get plagued with dreams of being judged by others all the time. I also become, at times, consumed with the question of what happens to us when we die and the concept of Heaven and Hell (again, not something I am convinced exists, but just an idea to be comforted by). I think I want to explore this in my work, even if it leads to nothing...
My aforementioned friend responded to this by saying "Make it a good heaven, one where healthy young ladies in steel brassieres come sweeping down on horseback to carry the deceased off to a celestial hall with feasting, quaffing, and wenching. It sounds much more fun than the pale milquetoast Methodist hymn-sing of Christianity."
Hmm..I just might do that!
He is so awesome :)
