Thursday, October 9, 2008
A portrait of the two of us. Rather hidden in a shadow. The landscape behind us is like our past and future and the same time. I wish it was so beautiful.
The church and the place has a mystical feeling. It sits far from the contemporary town, in the mountains, in the place where a medieval silver mining village used to be. The church is gigantic, although very rural looking and so might have been the village at the time. The place has a nice setting, it oversees the valley in the first picture. What is the realistic side of it? The altarpiece used to have a wood-carved purgatory in its lower part which could be revealed by i wooden curtain, it was very stage design like. 18th century, unique piece. IT IS GONE! STOLEN! How could this happen when the maintainer of the graveyard lives right next to it? How? I am really suspicious. Angry. Sad.
Rather don't want to know how many pieces like these are stolen every day in this country. Every church has been robbed at least once. Many just yawn with emptiness.
You see, I wanted to write a nice sunny post and this is what it turned into. A true autumn melancholy. Sorry for that.