I'll get to the Latin in a minute. First I want to gripe a bit about "production". *sigh* Another bane of my existence (hey, we're allowed to have more than one).
When I decided I would try to spend my life as an artist, instead of trying to be something else just to make money and have health insurance and lots of security (gosh, that sounds so good!), I was hell bent and determined not to get caught up into the production mode that so many artists depend upon for their bread and butter money. You know what I mean... cranking out that one style of earring that sells sooooo well. Or mass producing buttons because their cost/price ratio is too good not to mass produce them.
Yes... the best laid plans...
Mind you, most of my work is sold in retail stores, with the understanding that every piece is unique and one of a kind. That approach actually sells kind of well here in Maine - you know, the quirky eccentric artist thing. But my one big show is coming up in a month, and I'm plagued with anxiety that I won't have enough inventory to even cover my table, much less last the full two days. So, what do I decide to do? PRODUCTION! What was I thinking?!?!
Ok. I got that out. Now I can get to more interesting topics....
"Mortis et Orationis Confraternitas" Say again?
That's latin for the "Brotherhood of Death and Prayer".
Nadja and I stumbled upon this strange church in one of the "Terres" of Cinque Terres (sorry, can't remember which Terres it was. Nadja, do you remember?). I always knew that the Catholic Church had some... er... intense views about death, but this church was... well... unexpected. It was, as many churches are in Italy, very small but full of artistic statement. But when Nadja and I walked in we were dumb struck. Cherubs rubbing shoulders with lounging skeletons?