Sunday 31 May 2009

Catholicism Dull? Not a Bit. Not At All. Not then. Not now.



Incredible painting! Really captures the moment, don't you think. The Blessed Virgin towers, central, a giant in the painting, standing majestically amidst the descent of the Holy Spirit, totally open, embracing God, while the Apostles, once again, half-cack themselves in trepidation.

As Paramedicgirl of Salve Regina fame says...
'Notice how the Blessed Virgin appears to be the first to receive the fire of the Holy Ghost, how her hands are clutched across her Immaculate Heart, and her eyes are directed to heaven. She appears to be the only one who is not afraid, and this I find striking, knowing how humble Mary is. This pose appears to anticipate the wait that Mary was subjected to; she literally looks to be in love with God.

This painting, titled "Pentecost" is oil on canvas, and was painted in 1732 by Jean ll Restout, a French neoclassical painter. It rests in the Musée du Louvre in Paris. Most of this artists works were altar pieces and tapestries.'
Well said!

2 comments:

paramedicgirl said...

This is absolutely the most beautiful Pentecost painting I have come across - and I searched many Pentecost paintings for my new header for Salve Regina.

Notice how the Blessed Virgin appears to be the first to receive the fire of the Holy Ghost, how her hands are clutched across her Immaculate Heart, and her eyes are directed to heaven. She appears to be the only one who is not afraid, and this I find striking, knowing how humble Mary is. This pose appears to anticipate the wait that Mary was subjected to; she literally looks to be in love with God.

This painting, titled "Pentecost" is oil on canvas, and was painted in 1732 by Jean ll Restout, a French neoclassical painter. It rests in the Musée du Louvre in Paris. Most of this artists works were altar pieces and tapestries.

The Bones said...

Good comment!

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