At a gallery recently I was admiring a beautiful icon of Mary the Theotokos.
I asked the artist whether she thought her painting would last forever and she said, “Probably not, but who cares? Every woman in love has the face of Mary.”
What a remarkable answer.
I was struck by the humility of the artist. Her reply made me think about Art: why we need to make it, how beautiful it is to need, where Art really lives and the grace of endurance.
A few days ago all of us were reminded of its impermanence. A 1,000-year-old church can vanish in the blink of an eye.
The love of it, that is more important than forever. That is a larger That.
