Losing my religion
Today I was delivering artwork to a client west of Chicago. She was receiving a Dali and two other framed prints.
“My father keeps shipping me religious artwork.” She waved her hand around the living room. “Look.”
Everywhere the eye alighted there was religious iconography. Especially Dali’s angled hanging Christ. Several different versions, even two sculptures based on the Dali painting her father had commissioned.
“It’s ironic. I have no religion.”
“Yet by appearances you look devout.”
I’d lost my religion too once.
I thought, I’m fortunate, I have every religion now.