Hmmm…
4 responses to “St John of the Cross”
-
I love the Dali but thought it was much better in the St Mungo than Kelvingrove. SJC was the poetry/spirituality of my High Church youth.
-
Actually, I prefer it in Kelvingrove though that may be something to do with the memory of going to see it as a child.
I think I heard that they are shifting it again from the end of the long collonade, which I think would be a shame, particularly as it was hung in contradistinction to Stephen Conroy’s magnificent self portrait (at the end of the nearest next collonade) which I suspect most people don’t realise is also a crucifixion.
-
When I saw it in Kelvingrove in August, it was in a small room. Although I waited till the sardine tin crush of no more than a dozen people had left, there was still no space to stand back and appreciate it – the lighting wasn’t helpful either. It was so much better at the end of the long corridor.
-
I think it had the space at St Mungo and you had plenty of room to sit on the sofa and gaze at it. But hey, it’s still a wonderful art work.
Previous Posts
-
Radio Scotland Broadcast
Radio Scotland has just broadcast a service for Easter from St Mary’s. Its not up yet, but it should be available on Listen Again soon and when it is, you will be able to find it here.
-
Easter Come All Ye!
Is there anyone who is a devout lover of God? Let them enjoy this beautiful bright festival! Is there anyone who is a grateful servant? Let them rejoice and enter into the joy of their Lord! Are there any weary with fasting? Let them now receive their wages! If any have toiled from the first…
-
Holy Saturday
Up bright and early to go into church to give it a clean and polish. We must decorate the church today in case he should rise on the morrow as he said he would. It has been a lovely Holy Week this year. The services have been excellent, not least last night’s singing of Stainer’s…
-
The Rabbling
Its hard to keep on blogging once the Triduum gets going. So many hours in church. So many emotions come and go. Intimacy turns to fear turns to peace in the garden and then its all over and He is gone. Last night’s service was all it should have been. You never get to say…
Leave a Reply