My love for religious iconography began long time ago. The fact that always fascinated me is that for their naivety they become unconsciously pathetic.
I never understood why I always end up dazing at these religious icons like I fall in a mystic trance. It’ s a sort of an epiphany during which I’m waiting for some unknown revelation. It’s almost a mistery to me that while they should represent something holy and high, aesthetically they’re quite grotesque and kitsch.
I understood that the line between Holiness and Grotesque is really very thin.