|Hughes Merle’s A Beggar Woman|
Help! Help! Help! We feel it in our gut before we even think it. Life has taught us for the most part never to say it out loud. Calling out for help betrays the awful secret that we are not as composed and in control as we pretend, as we assume everyone else is, as we fear that God expects us to be before He decides that He’ll invite us to dinner.
|Eileen Kennedy’s Infidelity|
|Marc Chagall’s The Magician|
|Titian’s Christ the Redeemer|