I prefer to photograph my work in natural daylight.
These dark winter days are a bit thin on providing that, and so my daylight flourescents become the alternative.
My work room has little colour on the walls as I don't want this to reflect (quite literally!) on the statuary.
Yesterday, the " neutral" canvas I use as a backdrop for photographing smaller statuary seemed as dull as the winter outdoors. At this time of year, Blue spring skies and sunny yellow daffodils seem a long way off.
I decided to do something about it, and masked up the canvas backdrop ready for a change of scene.
I don't have a lot of time for private projects, so once I'd got out the paint and brushes, there was no turning back.A
From now on the backdrop for my small statue repairs will certainly be " different! And I will be able to gaze into a summer sky whenever the one outdoors is dark and wintry.
A visiting priest once commented that my work room looks more like a church each time he visits, well now I have a window to heaven. ( Though the lovely angels shown will have to be returned to their church very soon!)
Our restoration of a Marian Retable.
the Anglican Cathedral in Liverpool, and the once familiar red telephone box.
A new Retable on the opposite transept of the church had been installed in the 1970's; and with all the re-ordering in process; (which advocated " In with the new, and out with the old.")
It was decided that the old Marian Retable should be adjusted to match the new one....(rather than vice versa! )
As restoration work progressed, an old photograph came to light, showing that the Retable had been decorated with figures of angels.
One can just see on the photo above right, evidence of a pencil mark and some holes where the angels had once sat!
We were able to borrow a set of angels from a nearby reredos, (also by Giles Gilbert Scott) and make replicas of these to replace some of the missing originals.
On first glance, it appeared that the pinkish brown on the back of the apses was bare plaster work.
However, this was found to be paint which had been applied to match the stone of the 1970's reredos.
Once removed, it revealed an ornate decorative scheme to the central apse.
My childhood church, is that of St. Matthew in West Derby Liverpool. The building is listed as Grade II, and the interior architecture has the appearance of a downsized basilica.
Its bell tower is tall, and points to the heavens like the finger of a saint; it has long been a local landmark. As times changed, the bells in the tall tower that had rang out to declare the celebration of Mass, fell silent. Muted by a growing number who preferred to not be so reminded.
I remember how men would doff their caps in reverence for the Lord as they passed by. A large Iron iron cross embedded in the road for such purposes, reminded them to do so.
The place was always full on Sundays, at all four masses, and there was always a priest on hand if needed. The Choir loft held the organ that had the most imposing sound which rung the rafters along with the congregation. (No faint-hearted crooners here!)
Along with Sunday Mass my parents (and grandparents) would encourage us to attend parish retreats. I remember well the Passionist preacher, whose tale of eternity used the image of a sparrow brushing its wings against a great rock, yet never wearing it down. When it was standing room only, mum and dad would happily alternate juggling the two youngest of their six children in their arms.
The Wednesday Novena
My youth and childhood was punctuated with the Wednesday Novena to Our Lady of Perpetual Succour. This devotion in our family had spanned three generations at the church of St. Matthew.
The words of the prayer told of Mary's relationship to her son, and our own call to personal holiness. As I gazed at the Icon of Our Lady tenderly holding her son, we began the opening prayer, it began like this:
"Dear Mother of Perpetual Help, throughout your life you were open to Gods Holy Spirit: faithful in prayer, wiling in obedience, and generous in love. Pray for us that we may be open to God's word, and filled with the Holy Spirit....."
The Marian tryptich which formed the reredos was splendid with its twisted candy - cane pillars. Two beautiful angels flanked the image of Our Lady, and the marble altar sparkled with the presence of Lit candles. The priest would prepare the altar with incense in readiness for the " big event" ; Adoration of the Blessed Sacrament. The ornate monstrance made the the presence of Christ enthroned all the more awesome to a small child from a small house with few comforts.
When the service was over, we walked the mile and a half home. We carried with us more than the smell of incense which seemed to cling to our clothes and hair. We had felt loved, and thereby strengthened on our return to the outside world.
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